Good morning sun. Goodbye rain and wind that came before the sun. The sense of renewal is ever present on such a day, no matter what age you are celebrating.
There is a big field to play in. Perhaps we begin with facing each other. Here is my birthday poem, with a response from Jack Foley.
Birthday
fifty-seven knots
back to the threshold
of unknowing
zest
with style
ecstasy
with flair
one eye toward the gyre
whole body traverses
this universe
as big and as tiny
as all other universes
pushes pulls
into out of
forms and proportions
distance is memory
the fire
fueling
the present.
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Birthday
Clara Hsu/ Jack Foley
Clara Hsu/ Jack Foley
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fifty-seven knots
Oh, I remember
back to the threshold
back to the threshold
fifty-seven
of unknowing
of unknowing
and unknowing
zest
zest
the “cloud”—
with style
with style
What’s strange is
ecstasy
ecstasy
you feel it
with flair
with flair
only sometimes
one eye toward the gyre
Mostly,
whole body traverses
whole body traverses
you’re whatever age you’ve set your bodymind clock for
this universe
this universe
Desire
as big and as tiny
remains
as all other universes
as all other universes
and intellect
pushes pulls
pushes pulls
in the vastness
into out of
into out of
of all you’ve done
forms and proportions
forms and proportions
in more than 70 years
distance is memory
distance is memory
Distance is memory
the fire
the fire
Fire
fueling
fueling
(that deep friend)
the present.
the present.
blazes
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image by Doc Ross.
