My heartsong changes
as my body ages
and certain realities
force themselves
upon my bones
especially in winter.
Some days
I walk through
past refrains
in memory
on the mountains
I topped
and the oceans
whose waves
tumbled me.
Disappointment
never resides
in my mouth
on my tongue
as my powerful voice
disperses to a whisper
before the long sleep.
copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney
Umflop 