I’m good at telephone conversations across the miles
trading funny stories with you along the wires
playing catch up late at night from separate bedrooms.
I’m an even better pen pal your ever-faithful correspondent
with no end to my eloquent prose
etched onto parchment paper in delicate calligraphy.
I’m always on time to meet your planes and trains
whisking you off to the city
to make the most of your brief stays.
Dutifully I see you off again
wearing hats tilted mysteriously over my eyes
waving from the ground even after you’re in the air.
Put a measurable distance between us
find your own compass point
and I will be yours forever.
Never to know
whether we would survive the real world
preferring to imagine we would.
Shugga, don't you want to put on your lipstick? You might feel better.
When it’’is over, I want to say: all my life / I was a bride married to
amazement. / I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.” ~ Mary
Above all, take a chance. Sing, like blood going down a vein. ~~ Mary
Oliver. “And people tended not to bother a woman with a book. ~~
It is the absence of facts that frightens people: the gap you open, into
which they pour their fears, fantasies, desires. ~~
Authority without wisdom is like a heavy axe without an edge, fitter to
bruise than polish. ~~
Dare to be naïve. ~~
R. Buckminster Fuller
Do not be a writer. Be writing. – ~~ Wiliam Faulkner
Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for
ages, not hurt anyone. ~~