Some of Me

 

I write seventeens,

unless I am pressed for time.

Then I write long poems.

I have tried faster,

looser, tighter and harder.

Now I try softer.

Hope, faith and courage.

My friends in times of struggle.

Thanks for being there.

I’ve long preferred the

company of women: wise,

determined, and brave.

Today I’m gentle,

with you, others and myself.

I feel nurtured.

Loving myself just

the way I am, gratitude

fulfilling my life.

I like daydreaming,

with my eyes widely open,

open to what comes.

Peace is where I live.

There’s a key under the mat,

lest I forget that.

Often, when I feel 

really old, oh so tired,

I just take a nap.