Wednesday, February 16, 2011


Instead of having to live a life
of pretense
of performing
of needing anything

I like to run my own time
Be my own man
Be my own woman.

I like to serenade the night skies
watch possums fly overhead
and be still again. And wonder.

Of eating a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich
I will drink a green smoothie
Instead of sadness I'll have joy.

Instead of required compliance
I'll have enough to go on
No people no noise
No crowd no talks

I'll be just me.


Poem for a dear friend of mine.

No comments:

Post a Comment