Tai Chi Poem by Greg Beattie
Tai Chi
Three ancient Asian women
Take their morning stand in Walton Square
Moving slowly, silently
In ancestral, sunrise motions
No more cognizant of me as I rush to work
Than are the gnarled cherry trees or
The fountain of spired and bending water
As if to say-note well the difference between
You, the ephemeral, and we, the enduring.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
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