#306 Still Poem by Jimmie Arrington

Still she stands, patiently waiting
At every corner and crosswalk.
Still she sits there contemplating
Silently upon the dock.
Still she meanders aimlessly
In all my dreams late at night.
Still she inspects shamelessly
Unhidden and in plain sight.
She’s always there against my will.
She’s always there watching me still.

Still she waits upon every cloud,
Whether a dark sky or clear.
Still her voice is boisterous and loud
But it seems only I can hear.
Still she aims my gun steadily,
Aligning the target in the sight.
Still she asks shy but readily,
“Am I holding this right? ”
She’s always there, shooting to kill.
She’s always there watching me still.

Still her ears listen carefully
As I play my latest song.
Still her mouth moves progressively
Until she’s begun to sing along.
Still her lips press most tenderly
Against mine in binding kiss.
Still her face reflects beautifully
Upon every watery surface.
She’s always there in the January chill.
She’s always there watching me still.