strange mèlange ...
strange mèlange ...
A happy poem approaches
As I turn a corner in life,
Speed increasing toward--Freedom!
Freedom bringing joy, peace, love, well-being,
The currency of happy poems.
Already the seagulls welcome me,
The sea prepares new sand flats for wading.
It kisses my toes and says,
Welcome back!
Welcome home sister.
In the surf today, the tide rose
To greet me, the sand quick and smooshy,
Newly inundated, beckoning.
Will I be that way in my new joy?
Soft, smooshy, beckoning?
My skin like a newborn baby, so sure and healthy,
So open to new pleasures?
No, this time I'll guard my hard-won innocence
With my crone's stick I use
To keep from falling again.
A mèlange, I've become
Too interesting for love anymore,
Estranged from all except the elements.
New, fresh, whole, healthy,
Wise, wary, elusive, reclusive. Oh joy.
Oh peace. Oh freedom ... how strange.
062395 June 1995
A happy poem approaches
As I turn a corner in life,
Speed increasing toward--Freedom!
Freedom bringing joy, peace, love, well-being,
The currency of happy poems.
Already the seagulls welcome me,
The sea prepares new sand flats for wading.
It kisses my toes and says,
Welcome back!
Welcome home sister.
In the surf today, the tide rose
To greet me, the sand quick and smooshy,
Newly inundated, beckoning.
Will I be that way in my new joy?
Soft, smooshy, beckoning?
My skin like a newborn baby, so sure and healthy,
So open to new pleasures?
No, this time I'll guard my hard-won innocence
With my crone's stick I use
To keep from falling again.
A mèlange, I've become
Too interesting for love anymore,
Estranged from all except the elements.
New, fresh, whole, healthy,
Wise, wary, elusive, reclusive. Oh joy.
Oh peace. Oh freedom ... how strange.
062395 June 1995
