Life Wisdom Poem by John Tansey

Like Zen in Her Old Age





Like Zen in her old age,

she moves as calm water

with the slow metabolism

of ancient stones and redwoods.



She toils like the slow rutting

of running water through rocks.

With finger to wrist,

she feels the tide ebb and flow in her pulse,



And within the ice age of an eye blink

she lives through the millennia

moving at the pace

of the slow creep of continents



as she steps back into history.