This Exact Life

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

So That I Will Not Fly Away

In the covenant of confession
it is my duty to be honest;

to undress my thoughts like a new bride
and stand with my emotional skin
innocent and bare to the truth.

Take this cup of new wine, Love,
for my hands are trembling.

The night shines
heavy with the moon
and I must embrace the body again
so that I will not fly away.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...: a poem that embraces the sacredness of life, that which lives in honored space, and is worthy of respect in every way.; December 8, 2009 at 12:26 PM

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Things I want to do. . .

Be part of a home birth experience.
Be the first customer of the day in a hometown bakery.(done Try Stick Fingers!))
Fly an airplane.
Go camping and watch the stars turn into the morning sun.
Grow more of my own food.
Learn to bake croissants.
Learn to make jewlery.
Learn to sing in front of other people (done)
Learn to speak fluent French. . .and maybe Spanish & Italian.
Learn to surf.
Learn to swing dance.
Live on the ocean for an entire summer season.
Plant bulbs in my gardens every fall. (500 in the fall of 2014!)
Read more novels.
Show kindness to as many people in my life as possible every day.
Sing to great music every day.
Teach my daughter and my son to drive a standard.
Travel to Hawaii and New Zealand.
Watch my children grown into happy adults.
Write more letters.