Slowly my body
crumples. Autumn creates
creaky bones. Arms lay
accelerate. I arise from bed
take a gulp of water, attempt to
touch my toes. As I age, my body
perceives seasons. My body is slowly
In summer, I remember barefeet,
around the world basketball, sticky
hands from ice cream. A world where
Candyland seemed real. The season
where my right foot launched from a 9 in.
board, propelling my legs forward
fourteen feet, landing triumphantly
in the sand.
Winter is coming
soon. Hibernation and hot
chocolate. Warmth lingers
by sitting still, pondering this
I wrote this poem as I leave teaching as a profession, as I grieve my daily body’s weariness, as I daily grieve dreams left unrealized. Yet daily and slowly I’m learning to sit and feel the warmth that winter does bring, even if I only realize it later.