Silhouette in the morning, Jamaica
I think of each year as
a large wicker basket,
woven with strands of love,
given to me
to fill with
intangible gifts.
I think of each month,
as a a garden--
one I walk through
swinging my basket by my side and
stopping in each month to fill
it with moments and experiences …
"Buenos Dias, Buenos Dias,"
A little girl sings, waking me from sleep.
I imagine her skipping down the cobblestone streets,
rousing others with her song.
Any bed with him is where I want to be:-)
I opened my eyes and realized, last night was not a dream.
I did arrive in Seville,…
With no lover to hold
or pull me back to bed
I wake early,
drape my robe on
and walk to the living room.
I pull the shutters, gently,
trying not to wake the children.
The shutters open with a creak --
reminding me that shutters make noises
and I can’t control these…
To love oneself is the beginning of a love affair that will last a lifetime.
Oscar Wilde