Bamboo Benediction

You deign to grace

beneath your place,

as though a tower

every hour

whether here or whether there.

Holding fast,

you see far past

my faltering gait,

no little-late.

Still you wager and you dare.

How? I sigh,

and when and why?

My questions taken,

not forsaken,

always covered, clothed with care—

—beauty serving,

more deserving

of a prince.

In recompense

it is my vow to ever share

just as I am

(no first-born lamb!).

Yet this I proffer,

now I offer:

Semper fi, myself I bare.


Photograph “Bamboo Benediction” © 2018 Timothy Waugh