GETTING UP

Getting up is a feat that I have yet to master

In a timely manner as I struggle on one knee

Hands prostrated and eyes straining for distance

And my back screaming with the pain of past

Endeavors that put me down and required a

Lengthy effort with soul wrenching introspection

At this very moment I am crouched and tired

But oddly optimistic with my eyes clear and

Skyward and my hands on my knees back tensed

Elbows bowed for that attempt at standing with

Great hopes of standing for a while this time

If only for a while to be closer to the sun

SFK