Still Standing

Still Standing

Standing wizened and bowed;

Knotted with weary worries and gnarled guilts;

Aged by oaken regrets and willowy dreams, broken;

Twisted by time passing in ever shrinking rings,

Of passing draughts interspersed with hopes, lost;

Deeply bowed, yet standing;

Still standing, still.

Knees stiffly bend,

With creaks and popping cracks;

The ground rises, catching him gracefully by the seat;

Settling down, tired boughs finally at rest;

Eyes dripping closed,

Whipping winds of worries calm;

Gusts of guilt and shame slow and quiet;

Willowy dreams wisp away;

Oaken scars fade;

Time pauses, still.

Another rung drawn, he rises,

He stands, again.

Today’s poem, Still Standing, was inspired by my morning meditation.

Be well,

Monty

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