The Pole Vault

 Ding dong, ding dong, a call away from

memories, Pan Am inspired, 

I will not be a slave to me defined

by memories, 

or stories told by other. 

Create a story new, the doorbells call, is joined 

by calls of finch, chickadee, blue jay 

and 

winds of change

"girls do not pole vault" they said. 

Yet fly they do, I see 

them on my screen, 

I will not be a slave. 

How high do I dare fly? 

Watch us they say, come join us now, 

the flash of feathers old and new, 

blue,  yellow, brown, black grey.

I once could not, would not allow the call I knew. But  was defined, by

stories told others, of who I was. 

No more, come join me....

yes, YOU.

Heartfelt daring calling 

it's all around, tap tap, ding dong, 

wind song, 

Hear, hear it now.

Oh, take your pole and run and fly. 

gkn july 23 2015

Waves

Bouncing through  blue green mystery.

Summer Heat arrived, with friends encouragement

Hedgebrook application submitted.

A toast through cooling waters of desire, 

bouquets created, muffins baked, the fever breaks, 

desires depth reflected through voices pained 

misunderstood.

Dive deep within the blue, find self, reflected

in the waves of home.

A helicopter pad brings landings from another shore, green mystery unfolds 

hue offered change.

flat rock desire born.

gkn july 2015

Birth stories

Tiny diapers changed, 

his dimpled  grin pushed tears from sleepy eyes

" I miss them so much."  

hugged hard

"The perfectedest." a pink shirt

10 days, 8 months, 2 years, 5 years, 8 years, 12 years 

60 now,  I see them climb, 

Busy, full life, joyful choice, engage 

Life surrounds 

birth  and deaths constancy. 

I get to walk along, embrace the journey, as story 

after story 

hold

me.

gkn july 2015