Tired
but not too bent -
that’s me.
I don’t want to be old
but I want to be wise,
Don’t care.
I’m creaking
like slowing oak
and sap goes sallow
on its way.
Now, I’m speaking
with a growing croak
but unbowed
and not bust -
at least I’m growing,
and thus,
I’m sneaking
into night
with slow moon rush
over ground and loam
to follow though,
to hush
to shallow breaths
of closing eventide.
I wander on
with feet of clay,
but part of me,
I leave today.
I was reminded to smile more
embrace embraces beyond doubt,
let natural ways be natural ways,
let chance be left to chance.
I was reminded to forget -
the where and when,
the who I may become.
You showed me, we are stones
weathering the way
holding on to the hill,
but rolling over time and ills
towards this place. together now
without pride nor answer
I am again reminded to smile,
once more.
My shoes
feel good today
not like yesterday
softer more natural,
more me.
Yesterday,
my toes felt
pinched,
like they didn’t belong
truth had to be.
Got this feeling now.
I’m living, in the now -
without sum towards
one, and other suns
and maybe some.
Today I love
my shoes -
these are ones
I want to
keep!