Ferocious wind blows as if for
the Day of Reckoning and it is
January again after being April
the last few days. I would like
to change my own identity too
as well as readily from one day
to the next.
Marilyn Monroe Monday
Julia Child on Tuesday
Jane Austen for Wednesday
Marie Curie on Thursday
Maira Kalman Friday and Saturday
Anna Pavlova on Sunday
all only -esque of course
my own real self at the core
changing only my bent
my joie de vivre my passions
attitude attentions and affections
for one thing and another and that
certain way of being in the world.
Actually it sounds exhausting so maybe
I’d just as soon carry on as always
striving to be better rather than wildly
different since after all we do all shake
our heads at this crazy weather.
January one day April the next and
January again after that. And I
wouldn’t want to give anyone a cold.
