I’ve placed this one on the page of portrait poems, but it’s about more than a portrait. It encapsulates an experience that mattered to me.
This poem takes place when I was grieving hard for the death of my marriage.
At that time I cultivated the more combative aspects of tai chi and natural style wu su. The practice helped me to heal and gain respite from the sickening rage I carried.
I had the great fortune to find a kind and patient sparring partner. I lost touch, but I remember him with affection and respect.
Silver Transitions 