It’s coming on a shaking loose the stiff of shoulders tight with cold
and the wide outstretching of a thin ice sky,
the sweeping and springing up fronds of things greening,
uncurling into life
And I want to come unwrapped
to feel the sun on skin still pale,
to be lifted free of weary things,
go wide awake and fearlessly
stride right into the turn of earth as wildly she goes spinning,
boldly dipped and twirled into the dance of fully living
I want to be scooped up
like a bird on currents gliding,
to ride the waves with bold abandon
instead of hiding
or just not dying
as I sense the season greening,
turning slow into the springing
all this rolling, warming, peeping
my heart bellows to parts still sleeping
how I want to really live
while I’m alive.
“When it’s all over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up having simply visited this world.”
I so wish I could read this out loud to you…..could work the tech support necessary.
It’s meant for the hearing, not the reading.
I will learn this skill, I will.