Thursday, March 19, 2015

a poem for my wife

laugh! you're only forty now. still young.
it's time to get dressed up &
shimmy your fine self to the front
& let your presence be known.

measure yourself by your divine calling
& not by the frailty of others.
rail against those who would press
in on your joy, your creativity.
engage that enemy with passion.

vie for your freedom - relentlessly -
& for the freedom of others.
never stop moving your feet.

venture deeper into the great dance.
leap into my arms; let me embrace you
in every moment's movement, let me
embrace you in wonder & thankful yes for
this is you: my bright & beautiful star.