May 9, 2009
I almost ground to a stiff and aging halt for you.
I had come to my knees and then collapsed further.
Face down, locking arthritically to the ground,
My remaining movement was of one eye,
Regarding my heart.
And there I saw the remaining ember
Of the old heat.
So on that I breathed
(While you were temporarily away)
And founded a young flame in my legs
Which has now begun to fan
My locked-up shoulders
So that my head can shake free.