My Vines in Winter
Vines in the spring of my life
were sturdy and spry. Utterly dependable,
they ran along the many parts of my body.
Able to cling to ligaments, tendons and muscles
with great connectivity,
they allowed me to walk, run, and jump with ease.
How wonderful was my pain-free youth!
Winter has arrived all too soon.
The vines down my spine have lost
some of their much-needed support.
With hardship now, they move toward
the joints of my left knee.
My vines in winter have me out of kilter.
No longer do they comfortably sprawl.
No more can I joyfully jump or dance.
Matching their apparent stagnation,
I still try my best to keep
c r e e p i n g a l o n g
longing for the days when
vines were green.
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