Still Poem by Judy Jones

You ask why I choose to lay down on the ground
Perceptions are quite different
At the bottom
Hardness pressures me into a corrected frame
A reminder
A persistent, dull pain
That slowly trickles
Down into my numb limbs
From this view
Everything is in a still,
Fixed formation
Yet I know that nothing is constant
But I come back to this same spot
I am drawn
Do we continue to cycle
into stillness
Numbness
Why don’t you choose to lay down with me?
Because I know you are not constant
Nothing is constant
Nothing is permanent
How can I find comfort
When Truth is not still

(3/07/10)