"There's nothing to match curling up with a good book

when there's a repair job to be done

around the house."

Joe Ryan



Crossroads by Joyce Sutphen

I was looking for a poem about birth and found this, and liked it...so here it is, just for you...and when you finish reading it go and visit my friend Mereabeille, she will talk to you about the last film she saw...

Crossroads by Joyce Sutphen

The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.

The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
I will land on my feet this time,
knowing at least two languages and who
my friends are. I will dress for the
occasion, and my hair shall be
whatever color I please.
Everyone will go on celebrating the old
birthday, counting the years as usual,
but I will count myself new from this
inception, this imprint of my own desire.

The second half of my life will be swift,
past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder,
asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road.

The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,
fingers shifting through fine sands,
arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.
There will be new dreams every night,
and the drapes will never be closed.
I will toss my string of keys into a deep
well and old letters into the grate.

The second half of my life will be ice
breaking up on the river, rain
soaking the fields, a hand
held out, a fire,
and smoke going
upward, always up.


B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

Gosh. Mummy reecht 40 larst week. I wunder if she red this...

nose hugs to yu!


Dilly said...

MWEAH! Mummy red poem, Mummy like!


Audrey said...

Absolutely beautiful Mousie, yes quite simply beautiful xxxxx Auds

TammyV said...

I went and visited M and saw the art book and the movie, which, being in French, was hard for me to translate - but I didn't miss the last part of deaths of pregnant women....the pictures are amazing. Thank you for sharing!