Yeah, well, it wouldn’t be me if it were on time, right?
This is a poem by Lucille Clifton. It’s always inspired me, especially when I feel frozen or lost in my life.
it was a dream
in which my greater self
rose up before me
accusing me of my life
with her extra finer
whirling in a gyre of rage
at what my days had come to.
what,
i pleaded with her, could i do,
oh what could i have done?
and she twisted her wild hair
and sparked her wild eyes
and screamed as long as
i could hear her.
This. This. This.
–from The Book of Light, 1993, Copper Canyon Press
No matter what day it may be. Your poems are thought provoking.
Here is one I wrote for Michelle out at THE RANCH:
AN ODE TO OLD “399”
Old “399” was a bear
A fuzzy, wuzzy brown bear
He stood 6’6’’ and weighed 555
He was no friend of mine.
He roamed the range
At Lost Creek Ranch
And took delight at night
Snacking on Chefies fare.
I last saw him on an October day
As I drove away on the final day
Of my stay at
Lost Creek Ranch.
The winter months were cold and harsh
I wonder if old “399” was safe from harm
Spring has returned to Lost Creek Ranch
And so have I
Another season at Lost Creek Ranch
It’s quite now, no guests to carter to
New staff has not arrived
But old “399” came by.
A mighty sight to see
An old friend to welcome me.
A reassuring sight to see
A reminder of continuity.
High Watch Harry May 14, 2009
I’ll keep trying . Your my inspiration.