This imperishable wreath

We have replaced the perishable wreaths

with bags of gold,

and with shining medals,

and plates and cups of silver and crystal.

These reflect loudly the applied light,

demanding to be polished

as they slowly capture dust

on shelves and in glass cases.

The heroes of field, track and arena

are lauded and celebrated;

while celebrity becomes their greatest achievement.

Yet this too will pass,

the ephemeral silverware and all the rest;

even the undimmed glow of the gold

will one day lie forgotten,

beneath earth’s dust.

Empty, and yet abundant,

profoundly connected, deeply alone.

Torn and bleeding,

sometimes triumphant,

humble, hoping, defiant,

having nothing to do

with honours and earthly reward;

for all who compete

this imperishable wreath. 

© Ken Rookes 2015