Thursday, May 15, 2014

Lion Heart

Is this once lion heart
Only a shriveled core now
This once sinewy, lithe body—that turned, curled, soared in the air
A lump of flesh, withered and unyielding
Selfishly holding to just mere existence
But nothing more
Is this once verdant, crisp life
A pile of leaves
Breaking in the wind
This palimpsest of learning, the lasting wisdom
Simply a prating fool, a soundless voice
A page turns and I’m myself again
The memory of the climb, the climb
So high, so unshackled
So carefree
The rushing water, the many feet above
The sound I’ll never remember
The brightness I still sense
All these, embedded in my flesh
The memory now to keep

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