Sunday, July 14, 2013

Wrestling match

The wrestling match was a draw
until he barely touched my hip,
and I fell broken, or did I fall
from the moving ladder, jostled
from my place, or did I see I Was
wrestling with myself, an argument
about ascents and descents, one
with the other or both together.
The descents were more numerous;
the ascents more holy.

Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.


Troy said...

I especially like this line: "the descents were more numerous".

I can relate! Thanks for sharing your gift for words with us, Glynn.

Martha J. M. Orlando said...

What a fantastic interpretation of Jacob wrestling with the angel of God, and a reminder of how we all wrestle with our thoughts and impulses from time to time.