A new poem from my murky mind. Not chipper today, no siree Bob. But tomorrow, thank God, is another day. It’s interactive, click on the links! 🙂
OBJECTS IN THE MIRROR
when I have money again,
I will go to Butter in New York
and wander gilded streets after dark,
drunk on the libation of happiness.
when my load is lighter,
I will dance down the Champs Elysees
destined as I am for Triumph.
My fighter spirit deserves no less.
when the tides change,
I will descend upon my favorite store,
Lord & Taylor,
and run my hands along the furry, silky,
brightly colored fabrics with their false promises of joy.
I will buy nothing just because I can.
when something finally gives,
I will visit the Sistine Chapel
to marvel at the genius of Michaelangelo
and slap the hand of God.
I plan to sit on Aruban sands
beneath the sheltering, contorted arms
of a Divi Divi Tree
and watch the wind fan endlessly
through the pages of a book
written by Me.
Rewarded for my perseverance.
I will keep my promise to take my Mom to Africa
It will be her first time flying through the clouds
and touching down in another hemisphere.
Because she gave me the gift of life,
I would give her the world.
when the time is right,
I will make my way to Andalusia
to see the Lipizzaner running free.
But not today.
I must keep my head down
and my back straight
for fear that if I bend
I will break.
hoping and dreaming,
that objects in the mirror
are closer than they appear….