destiny

i love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish
which circle slowly with a silken swish,
and tender ones, like downy-feathered birds:
words shy and dappled, deep-eyed deer in herds,
come to my hand, and playful if I wish,
or purring softly at a silver dish,
blue persian kittens fed on cream and curds.

i love bright words, words up and singing early;
words that are luminous in the dark, and sing;
warm lazy words, white cattle under trees;
i love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,
like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees,
gilded and sticky, with a little sting.

i am blessed, i need to learn to accept and embrace it.

hope, like feathers and stones and sea glass. hope, like the little things we pick up and drop into our pockets. hope, because although it seems like the pain of it, the weight of it, will never leave completely, it will. hope, because the only way to know this is to live this and i will!
ps. this summer i want to learn how to surf.