Putting another month to rest
I look back across and see thirty days
I am pleased to have lived thirty days
placed gently in my brain’s cupboard
with all the many others lying modestly
there glassine layers in a stack asking
nothing of me expecting nothing
just lightly being all the days that
together form a singular life one which
no one else will ever quite know
nor will I theirs and on we go carrying with
us our little packets of secrets that we could
not share if we wanted to.
Mary and I
are free today
to do as we please
when we want
slow or fast
here or there
willy or nilly
to and fro
yes or no
just just so
on this Tues of day
this month of May
merry May Mary
and me.
Honeysuckle perfumes my whole yard
enough surely to sweeten the bitter cup
of a hot steamy miserable July weekend
shoving its way into my merry little month of May.
The merry month of May dawns cloudy and rain soaked.
I love the turn of a calendar page the newness
the fresh start the who knows what of it
as time continues on spinning itself out
all shimmery full of promise and hope
another month neatly packed away
a new one shaking out its folds and wrinkles
ready for the party that might be called May.
Or June. Or July. One can always hope.