- twenty-two years
of wedded bliss
began
a green-gold day
with a hand-fasting.
the silk scarf–
tied,
not too tight, not too loose.
a Pacific Northwest
garden
gazing
gazebo
in Chetzemoka Park
in a cathedral of cedars.
rimmed by salt water majesty,
bald eagles overhead
we flipped a coin,
to see who went first.
to share
hand-crafted vows.
i kid you not–
it landed on edge
2. i don’t recall–
who went first
or what we ate
or how much contra-
dancing we did.
i can’t forget
swirling and twirling
–diastole and sistole–
in passion’s embrace.
as we did the dance
of meet, mate, procreate.
laughing and crying,
thru living and dying,
heaving and trying,
moving and thriving,
we keep on keeping on.
on edge
we teeter
and totter
dizzyingly.
through hills of grief…
at times beyond belief
the boys maturing,
the parents dying,
the lines defining
smiles and limits.
3. each day brings
renewed faith
in sunrise and
a delicious cup of
fresh brew from you.
thank you, boo
thou energies ebb
and energies flow,
our tender hearts
migrate
and find the
way
back
home–
to each
other
to the power of breath.
to the presence of now.
to surrender to gravity.
beckoning
the playful Spirit…
come,
guide
me.
to be loving,
even when I don’t feel it.
to disappoint others,
but no longer mySelf.
to gratefully ground,
in the eye of the storm.
this perpetual tumult
finds
safety and shelter
in the stormy waves
this gig called life.
wherever we go…
come home to Self
forgive everyone,
for everything,
including Self.
finding patience with my impatience~
this is for-giving
letting go of the idea
of ever having a different past.
4. surrender to win
and
cease fighting.
striving leads to strife,
instead, we thrive on…
