LAST LEG- poem [Monday, 2-5-18]

CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith & Life for the Years of Winter…

Yesterday, on my birthday

my body reported that I am old

Not so my brain

unless you count

its inability to explain

the absence of my second shoe

You would think if one shoe

is present, so would the other be

Not so

Or perhaps I have only one leg

and have not yet noticed

that lopsided fact

That is a likely scenario

if you are a poet

for poets think that way

And in my elderly naiveté,

I think that way

even though I cannot rhyme

missing shoe with missing you

But second-childhood

has an innocence, too

just like the first one

save in a wrinkled casing

on its last leg

JRMcF

johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com

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