Though we’re having a fairly open winter on the northern plains, many other places are not so fortunate. Storms, cold and snow can make us want to turn up the heat, snuggle under blankets and wait till the world is more hospitable. And how many other situations cause us to retreat, to hope that somehow everything will change – out there – and then we will be just fine?
Old, faithful January winter, such a patient companion for our contemplations of
our former resolves, our repetitive past and our unknown futures.
Muscles long gone slack,
unaccustomed to the stretch, the burn
really would prefer to say
“No, thank you.”
But somehow atrophy is
such a cowardly response.
This body, created to move,
guards that strongest muscle of them all –
the heart –
that refuses to grow old
before breaking all the rules.
© 24 january 2016 - pab