I Bow

Nov 27, 2024

This poem was previously published in Life Reflected.

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I bow to the wind that tickles my face,

The covers that keep me warm,

The earth that holds me up.

I bow to the bird’s song that lulls me,

The tree that shades me,

The gravity that keeps me from floating away.

I bow to the death of my mother,

The pain in my back,

The sorrow of days gone by.

I bow to uncertainty,

I bow to fear.

I bow to loss.

I bow to my body; my legs, my heart, my mind… for taking me to all the places I need to go.

I bow to my eyes for seeing the beauty in the darkness, my ears for hearing the music through the noise and my heart for beating through it all.

I bow to you, whom I never met. I bow to your grief and to your joy. To your hellos and your goodbyes. I bow to your uniqueness and to our sameness.

I bow with complete abandon…

in gratitude…

for the opportunity…

to bow.

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