Together We Stand

Sometimes I see you
Clothed in similes.
Standing.
Canopied by the sound
Of wet tap-taps of rain
On the old tin roof.
Or sometimes I see you
Singing to “Honey Pie”
And you think no one’s looking.
Standing.
Waiting for old time
Like--
Like waiting for the news.
Or sometimes I see you,
You mighty mountain of a woman,
And I tear up,
Because I know that mortality
Is knocking on your door.
So I stand too.
And Through and through
I’ll stand too.