Poem2021-02-28T08:31:17+00:00

KNEES

By: Ingrid Showalter Swift

My knees
I used to fall to my knees
They just gave way beneath me
And down I went
Just like the movies
The weight of loving and losing
So great
I could no longer hold my own
And I would fall
Hands turned to the sky
To my knees
I am a lamenting Christ
Asking why
I fall face first into the grass
No pain- just
The soft clean smell of spring's children pushing
Toward the sky... in my nostrils
I breath in and out so hard
That all I could see, smell and taste was new green grass
Loving you
Losing you
And moving on
Like the Movies
All drama and tragedy
I know my sacrifice will, in the end,
Buy a cosmic cure for someone somewhere
And now... I move on
Into this lullaby of a future
With a man who I love
A man, who loves me real and here and now and forever
As he puts it "Not a fantasy... a reality"
And I still smell the grass
I still see the Robin as he returns in the spring
But with each passing day
I better remember my own name
And forget what went before