Set out with a goal! A
DAILY poem. There's a thing.
So:How's Spring doing the other side of my duvet?
Well, there are flowers, and a yellow sun
Birds, catkins, and small things wandering through the ivy.
And that's just MY garden.
There's a stirring here, too, in my heart
The ultimate sense-gate that does more than beat, beat, beat ...
Perhaps, in another life, I was a queen, or a courtesan.
I like playing around with those women, who are STILL here:
But, and this is a homecoming, I love who I am
And contemplate with satisfaction, the divine ordinariness of this same-same day.