I believe when I close my eyes I leave my body
I’m inside wind blown eucalyptus rustling drapers of bark strips
I believe yesterday creates today
because what I saw that night when Redwood Giants Varsity Football
ran onto Brentwood’s lighted heritage stadium
my son became a man
I believe my love of three husbands created
what I understand about hard won dignity
Saturday’s hope forges memories when it was good
most of the bubbles float up to surface and pop
paper narcissus bulbs take root and blossom before New Year’s day
I believe Ginsberg’s Molak sought truthful San Francisco rooftops for his drunken friends
breathing life back from
double-paned windows of that psychiatric building
where his mother, Naomi couldn’t recognize her son
there’s a howl
I believe my chihuahua smiles at me when I tuck him under my arm
once in awhile I’m grateful I can still walk
and my old phone number has a new ring to it
I was young with my second husband and we fished
off St. John’s Island in Alaska’s Gulf
drawing a sixteen horsepower engine through green water
whoooYeah! I so relate to, “I’m inside wind blown eucalyptus rustling drapers of bark strips.” So, so relate! Keep ’em coming, Girl!
Thanks, I know you understand.