Leaning Into Wind
written by: Stephen Kingsnorth
Leading into wind.
Headstrong.
Maintain the centre, gravity.
Balance. Focus. Weigh.
You talk, sweet nothings, turning sour.
You paint where I can’t turn my head.
Old Tree. Fresh litter. Breaking bud.
And always, watch, a dog’s been here.
Heavy breathing.
One more foot forward.
Don’t care the break, the trash, the soiled.
The birds I hear above the heave.
Move, head down, path, a tarmac stare.
Already climbed the cobble stair.
No longer count.
Just getting there.
Parky, weather and disease.
Stephen Kingsnorth, retired to Wales, UK from ministry in the Methodist Church with Parkinson’s Disease, has had some 300 pieces published by on-line poetry sites, printed journals and anthologies.
Latest posts by Stephen Kingsnorth (see all)
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- Composed - December 26, 2024
