I want to grow old
with sagging body and forgetful mind.
I want the dirt of the earth to
welcome me home.
I still have tens of thousands of words to read,
signatures to write,
And miles to explore).
I know I'm needed. Here.
In the flesh.
Where yellow is still yellow, bright and new. Where rainbows appear after a darkened time --
colors so bright
you almost beg again for the storm.
But. That's not how it works, thank goodness!
I want to rock wrinkled (one day) on the porch
With a cool drink and mountain view and recall the days of sunburns and stingrays.
I want to do that with you.
I want to smile down at my feet, crooked and curved in all kinds of strange ways because
Ripples are my favorite things. Always have been.
Ever since I was a kid and
Way leads on to way... & that today connects to yesterday. Toes are like that in the end.
Familiar like old friends.
I want to complete this life with no hunger inside,
Not starved or lacking of
I want to see me through a looking glass decorated with beads
A woman who
in the best and worst of times hung her head so high
People thought she'd fly
With airplanes and their wings,
led by a pilot trained in loving rhymes, master balancer of speed and time.
I sleep knowing
you know me so well. I wake
feeling content because I believe
In eagles and wildflowers and paradises on earth.
I am lucky because I've been alive since birth.