I was recently introduced to this poem, about being older, by my friend Rosa Davis. I’m grateful for the discovery.
It’s not quite god
Pocketed deep inside you now
This wording of your inner voice
No longer needing an answer
This chest-centred warmth
Stillness of snow
Sheltering every branch and twig
Not god, only a sense
That this is enough.
From Caroline Natzler, Only Grenadine Press, Catford: 2015