Deep corridors have been
furrowed into this shell
by life’s formidable quest.
Documented and recorded in detail,
nothing has escaped inscription
onto and within this body.
What once was supple, flexible,
smooth and soft has taken
on a stiffened, uncompromising
distinction. Boundless, joyous youth
has incrementally given way to
become a myopic form that growls
and whimpers its way toward
its winter days. Its voice raises
in absorbed weariness, as it
grouses and protests its inability
to move with the same grace, and
rebound from hardship as
it once was able.
But let it complain.
I’m still in residence and
will continue the passage
and honor it as I can for
allowing me this homestead,
this temporary space to
grow and broaden my spirit.
Join Victoria C. Slotto, our hostess tonight, at dVerse Poets; Meeting the Bar–Contrast: http://dversepoets.com/2011/12/22/dverse-meeting-the-bar/