Today's poem is by Dan Bellm
The young man and woman waiting for the trolley
turn, and spy me treading the Stairmaster
two flights up, and exchange a smile, or really
a smirk, at the man who's climbing nowhere, faster
and faster as the machine demands, death
written on his face, and vanity, and folly.
I remember their effortless scornideally
proportioned as their bodies, gone in a breath
both of them indestructible, both of them smoking
but do not admire it, and they want to be admired.
I myself was deathless; now, provoking-
ly, I'm fifty-seven, flabby, easily tired
yet easily grateful, burning calories like prayers
to heaven, climbing the unending stairs.
Vayetze, GENESIS 28:10-32:3
Copyright © 2008 Dan Bellm All rights reserved
Sixteen Rivers Press
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