Cuttlebone and Cobwebs

Upright

Upright,

confident in his body;

tanned by early sun

hewn in the vitality of work's routine,

he strode across the unmarked road

in through the low cottage door

instinctively dipping his dark head

on  entering the copper toned sanctum.

As he purposefully disappeared,

visions of past lived young men

drifted into mind-milled view,

entering the exiting the self same place,

their lives gathering years

until they no longer dipped instinctively

as bodies bent and shrank

to accommodate the allotted space,

whilst the low door stood,

unpright.