Hello lovely ones. I’m sorry I’m so sporadic with my posts. I can’t promise I’ll do better, but I thank you all for sticking around. On a random note, going to see the Mister Rogers film this afternoon, excited for it. He was such a beautiful soul. I’m sure Tom Hanks did him justice. Now for a poem. I hope you like it. Happy Monday!
In the journey of my life,
the voyage of self awareness
I’ve fed on roses,
walked through woods netted
Mixed metaphors and signals.
I’ve had glimpses of narcissism,
flirted with egoism, had brushes
with bitterness, doubted my worth.
I’ve questioned the validity of the sun
and found solace in torrential rains.
I’ve left small bruises on paper,
but nothing that hasn’t been felt
by others more lyrical than me.
I’ve had childlike faith and believed
in the flickering of fireflies, even now,
as the days grow shorter,
each year the footnotes longer.
Finally I’m home again, content to sit in
our garden and pay attention to the
call notes gathering in the air.
The bird sings sweetly, no
longer in her wicker cage. I join
her chorus, besotted with the
fever of a life living and lived.