she felt seventy.
had sunk posts deep into the landscape of her being.
Ache and limitation, an undertow of fatigue,
confusion at the seeming permanence
of the uninvited, the resisted,
lead this human to take possession, fully-
and for the first time-
of a life unwritten, free of guarantees,
and her own.
Entirely her own.
Her landscape now is a garden,
loved and wanted, with posts that may disappear.
With their origins recognized, appreciated,
and their presence finally respected,
perhaps a hammock will be slung between them
in honor of spring’s arrival.