sitting by evening fire – October 27

10.27.2014

sitting by evening fire

winds of autumn starting

to chill the night air

outside

 

my eyes see

a newer self in the

hall mirror

 

older, more lines,

weariness askance,

matching the soreness

of muscles that now

hurt every day and

yet ache nicely

in comparison

 

things could be worse

they say, things could

stop in the blink of an

eye that never opens

again.

 

and then what. we do

not know except through

hope. and that inner

whatever

 

that connects

 

dancing, stepping,

breathing out, drawing in,

touching always

 

the beloved.

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