Not a statue

She’s not a statue, no, she’s not

but just a woman in repose

contemplating life and love

and what the future holds.

It’s been a lifetime, more or less,

yet still there’s no results to show

except to say life veers and dips

and love simply comes and goes.

And so she moves; at last she does,

but muscles that once firm and strong

and thought to enter life full pace

now weak and slow and uninspired.

It’s hard to drag the unexplained

and all that can’t be understood

along the path she knows to take

unless the mind is jettisoned.

And so the mind takes to flight

and discovers in the atmosphere

all that’s missing in the world

and what will never be.

It could be true to say she’s now

a mindless woman just like me

walking, talking, laughing some,

and acting like the mind’s intact.

But she’s okay; you know she is,

because her heart still as made

guides and leads and navigates

through all of life’s pitfalls.

As for love, well, yes, it’s there

because when unconfined by mind

it blooms and grows like roses do

and beautifies the world!