Sunday, May 31, 2009

I Want to Live Until I'm Too Old to Dance

I want to live until I'm too old to dance,
like a fountain that's bubbled its last drops,
let me flow--
into an ocean, into the sea.

I want to live until my skin
has wrinkled and my hair
has grayed into a fifty-cent piece
with John F. Kennedy
still smiling.

I want to live until I creak
when I walk
and I'll walk all over the Universe
singing "We shall overcome!"
while my lungs burst
like a glycerin bubble.

Let's bubble ourselves
all over and live forever
as we sail in a sieve
gone to sea.

November 22, 2006

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Lambing -- a triolet

It was drizzling when the ewe gave birth
That never fails to amaze me
Pungent breeze and guttural sounds unearth
And it drizzles when the ewe gives birth
The wet, fresh lamb instills in me mirth
I breathe in miracles, I look and see
The drizzle as the ewe gives birth
That never fails to amaze me