New Poem: Still Here

New Poem: Still Here

Polly Castor Poetry

Still Here

Sometimes I don’t frequent
hikes I’ve done often with others
for their voices echo in my head
so that I feel extra alone when on my own.

I miss my young son’s exuberant
naming of rocks and roots:
The Rock of Goodness, Trip Root,
Duck Rock, or the Vein of Quartz.

My sweet petite friend hugged
that immense tree, fondly looking up.
She loved early spring best: the warming
bright sky before it was obscured by leaves.

Both are grown up and gone, one to college
and I don’t hear from him much,
the other passed on
to that obscure realm beyond.

I miss others too, ranging from quiet to
boisterous, their enthusiasms reverberating
in the fairy houses they made, or those
tiny wobbling rafts crafted of floating bark.

I don’t believe in ghosts, but every time
I return to those haunts I am pulled
back to the past, reminiscent, nostalgic,
feeling bereft and left behind.

But not so today. Now I realize
they are not gone after all
but still here, as I am, going forward
with blessings and purpose.

Flooded with gratitude I traipse again
these well trod paths, embracing the glory surrounding every progressive step:
getting on with myself as they want me to.

A meek lady’s slipper greets me from atop
a dappled mossy boulder, and the trill
of a thrush elusively plays peek a boo with me.
Blooming too, my heart sings forth in unison.


by Polly Castor



I work to amplify good wherever I find it. I love color, texture, beauty, great ideas, nature, metaphor, deliciousness, genuine spirituality, and exploring new territory. I encourage authenticity, nurture creativity, champion sustainability, promote peace, and hope to foster a new renaissance where we all are free to be our most fulfilled, multifaceted, and terrific selves. Read more here.


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