sweet strawberry
plucked, squished
mixed with cow
udderly glandular
secretions, drank
drip down the lip
to become muscled
  even more me

pulling through my spine
are memories held in place
i revisit a little each day
to allow scars to flow out
around the ever-moving Whole
never to be done or gone but
loosed — learned not to control
or fix a desired outcome nor
make right what may be wrong
rather allowing all that was
   how it lives within
to be what it is now; to show
the ever-changing me how i am
   and how i may yet be

an old frail man
shaped like lighting
shaking in his walker
moved slowly at odd angles
quivering along looking
at the ground on his way
   to where? and i thought
how incredibly brave he is
to bother moving along
when there are many reasons
to take the easier steps
staying at home tucked in