on these blustery mornings

mes amis,

today may be hazy and humid…
but alice walker said it best
with her poem “these mornings of rain”

These mornings of rain
when the house is cozy
and the phone doesn’t ring
and I am alone
though snug
in my daughter’s
fire-red robe

These mornings of rain
when my lover’s large socks
cushion my chilly feet
and meditation
has made me one
with the pine tree
outside my door

These mornings of rain
when all noises coming
from the street
have a slippery sound
and the wind whistles
and I have had my cup
of green tea

These mornings
in Fall
when I have slept late
and dreamed
of people I like
in places where we’re
obviously on vacation

These mornings
I do not need
my beloveds’ arms about me
until much later
in the day.

I do not need food
I do not need the postperson
I do not need my best friend
to call me
with the latest
on the invasion of Grenada
and her life

I do not need anything.

To be warm, to be dry,
to be writing poems again
(after months of distraction
and emptiness!),
to love and be loved
in absentia
is joy enough for me.

On these blustery mornings
in a city
that could be wet
from my kisses
I need nothing else.

And then again,
I need it all.

thank you alice, for your beautiful and inspiring words of poetry. on these hot and hazy mornings, this kippy needs it all! or maybe i only need 80%. 80% of what you ask?? why, everything, of course! anyway my friends. please say your pagan prayers and cross you nail-bitten fingers.

per aspera ad astra! (through difficulties to the stars!)

kippy

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