ONCE

The once steady hand trembles

At the slightest grasp.

Where calloused fingers gripped,

Now smooth ridges slip

Along the edge calling, calling

For a stronger fist to battle

Gravity pulling away all

Sinew, muscle, tendons

Fragile as a reed in winter

Waiting for sun’s return.

Life resumes, turns green

A moment or two then departs

Leaving memories that sleep

Until morning resounds with

Echoes of a step, the whisper

Of memory diminishing with time.