Today
Today the little boy
who marched into
ocean waves without fear at two
squared his shoulders again
and marched off
into a different sea
carrying three bags
and a bluebird in a box.
And when I’d cried
and written
and eaten
and cleaned
and day was finally night,
I danced for an hour
to a playlist of 897 songs,
songs slow enough
for dancing to melt the moon,
songs fast enough to
spin memory and sorrow
past and present
fear and hope together
like colors of a twirling top.
Squirrely Jedi wrote:
Thinking of you.
Posted on 16-Jul-06 at 12:56 pm | Permalink
mindspin wrote:
Thank you. It is good to have someone leave that word :->.
Posted on 16-Jul-06 at 1:18 pm | Permalink
Shivverlay wrote:
Bless you.
Posted on 17-Jul-06 at 3:01 pm | Permalink
Migs wrote:
I just dropped by. Been browsing blogs in random, but I’m grateful I came across yours. What a lovely poem (esp. the 2nd stanza).
Posted on 18-Jul-06 at 3:05 am | Permalink