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I Belong to a League

I belong to a league

whose members rarely meet

but who silently mobilize

to convey

sacred secret texts

from us to our offspring and theirs.

Brothers breathe the secrets.

Sisters sing these truths,

silently, secretly, quietly

to their young who do not hear until

they too meet the rules of entry

and can be drummed in, enfolded, held.

Following decades on decade,

century by century,

The League of Elders follows

the bends and turns of simply growing old.

Waiting is the game without knowing

that you're waiting.

Years pass. Transitions multiply.

The breath of life feeds wisdom

all unseen

Rising, sinking, spinning,

scrambled days, months, years pile on.

Pulse slows. Eyes dim. Ears close.

Tenth decade teaches all new rules,

new ways of comprehending

new punctuation in the sentence

we call Life.

Marybeth is a member of South Mountain Friends Meeting, in Ashland, Oregon.