When spring came to my life a second time
he was hilariously insistent
teaching me a million tricks of joy
swaying to music being one
laughing loud at self
slyly laughing at others too
well! just some times
picking me up after every fall
telling me to embrace myself
the body my soul lives in
the voice it chooses to speak out in
the expressions on an over expressive face
and mostly a need and a deep deep desire to care
and to be cared for, to be sometimes held maybe, why not?
a little less serious, he said, snap it off, this sense of purpose
live it bright and light, the few years till the journey beyond
smile, laugh, be laughed at, its fine, its ok, he said repeatedly
gamble your heart once in a while, see what it does, let emotions be explored
and speak your heart, open, uninhibited, with no fear of censure
and chase the potluck of gold, be unabashed, wear your scars proud
show your tears, stay strong even as you are vulnerable
‘contradictory!’ I interrupted, and he said sagely
that’s life, my love!
But, I intervened again, ‘you could have said this earlier’
yep! I did, only you were not listening!
‘Too late, is it,’ I asked, bewildered
not till your breath lasts, its not
‘The grave is a fine and private place
but none I think do there embrace’
He quoted my fav lines from ‘To his coy mistress’
and I was quiet.
The Sky watched from a distance and smiled
‘carry on! ‘he winked and I fell shy!