Her feet pace
the tile floor
like the steps
of a Lioness
waiting
for her prey.
How many times
have these feet
traveled
back
and forth
over these years
Retracing things
lost
contemplating things gained
There is a sameness
to it
all .
Humbling.
Forgetting.
to pace herself
She wears thin
the soles
of her sneakers,
and of her energy.
Waiting to pounce
always.
Survival
Marked by
deterioration.
How do you live
if you’re not alive?
How does one
learn a different way ?
Pacing.
Electronic signals
creating background
symphony.
Being watched.
Keep moving.
Don’t let them see
knees buckle
from the hardness
of the foundation.
Pacing
Stalking
Surviving.
Rest
In your dreams.
