Time For Another Sestina
The time has come for a Sestina
about the mountains I cannot climb.
Unable to climb mountains anymore
I live in their snow capped memories.
Physical memory of movement,
though still, the mountains are strong standing.
Time has left me barely standing
my weary fingers write Sestina
what is left of my bodies movement.
Intellectual mountains to climb
lost in clouds of my old memories
I no longer labor towards more.
My whole life I have wanted more
a strong desire to be last standing
with disregard to making memories
taking the time to write Sestina
nothing has worth unless there was climb
never stopping always in movement.
My joints crack with every movement
my knees cannot take this anymore
these aches and pains have begun to climb
I am surprised I am still standing
through clouded eyes I write Sestina
write quickly forgotten memories.
These visions have become rock memories
this last breath my final death movement
let me exhale one last Sestina
last desire to stretch for one more
Whether horizontal or standing
granite toe to chiseled face I climb.
The bones in my feet remember climb
each osseous cave stores memories
my physiology is standing
though I have ceased all my movement
my cells no longer desire more
the time has come for Sestina.
This climb has taken all my movement
memories not useful anymore
what is left standing is Sestina.
© 2019 Jamie Lee Hamann