AFRAID TO BEND

Sometimes, I think

I have forgotten

how to bend.

Life now seems

mere posturing.

We stand

for something.

Or, we stand

for nothing

real.

We sit on our hands.

We run from truth.

We sleep-walk through twi-light,

days and night blended

and mended

by calculation

of those who hold the reins

of our harness.

So, I stand

and I stretch

to find some balance

of thought and action;

a tiny fraction

of what reality

used to be.

And I dare not bend

for fear of losing

my balance.