The Ring

 

I will not throw my hat in the ring

I will not throw my head in the ring

Nor my heart

Nor any other part

Of me

I will enter complete

And with care

I will sit quietly for a good while

Some days I may

check the boundary and press the ropes

there is none to fight in the ring.

I will speak gently with myself of unspeakable things and

I will weep.

In time I will walk a path out and leave the ring through a gate that swings out and back in again.

 

November 2016