Hi! I wrote a poem today and part of it has been inspired my Marnie’s ending meditations so I thought I would share with the community.
The steady march of my years— Â
All 41 of them—keeps the machine Â
Well-oiled and maintained. Â
I lower my hand to my dogs, Â
Feeling their gentle, loving licks, Â
Taking bits of my fingerprint Â
Into their own DNA that carries no guilt.Â
My heart squats in my stomach, Â
Lowering itself to reach the ground Â
That catches me every time; Â
The older one gets, the closer they feel Â
To the earth that patiently awaits. Acceptance of life and death is like a steady chair, Â
Unbreakable as you rest and wait Â
For time to pass and bend.
Not all human bones endure; Â
The collagen in our skeletons decays. Layers of what once were our bodies Become the only lingering trace Â
That our dogs would continue to chase.Â
Now, in the autumn of my life,Â
I await the winter snow with ecstatic delight, Â
Ready to feel the flakes blinding my sight. Into a blissful endless white, I go, Â
Never trying to wipe away the snow. Â
Even if I fall, the snowy Earth will catch me, Â
And she will whisper "Steady on!"