Reversal Universal

The body has a different relationship 
with space now.

Disrespectful of distance before,    
it now moves with a new sobriety,
motion slowed by a deliberation 
barely perceptible,
as if, with each step, 
asking for admission into the space in front,
a little readier to recoil from air 
fraught with unwelcome possibility
imagined by creeping frailty, 
erstwhile swagger
replaced by a simmering, private anger,  

shedding bits of remembered energy,
its age unlearning the freedom of coordination,    
edging ever closer to 
a reunion, across many decades, 
with its former self, 
the one who toddled forth with 
the same caution,
just much more optimistic.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Woodrow Avatar
November 29, 2020 at 11:26 AM
welcome back Bernard!...great to read your writes again even if this one is the sad truth but you present it so well and rather comically too...recoiling from air! lol...SW aka Taai Tekai :)
Chan Avatar
November 29, 2020 at 11:21 PM
Oh, hey Susan/TT! I was going through a couple of my old poems and noticed all the previous comments you'd left me were gone, so I thought you'd left . . . Thanks a lot! So good to know you're still here! :)
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