The Peonies

Thank you again Tony. Your work never fails to inspire me. 

Dark Matter

Originally written in 1999.

In the year I turned thirty nine
the peonies did not die
quite the same way
as the peonies always had before 

In the year I was thirty-eight
the fragile man I was then
looked at the peonies
in the backyard

The progress of the year 
seemed so fast 
I thought about how quickly
those pink and white heads

would droop and drop their petals
fade and decay
I feared that if the year of thirty-eight 
continued this pace into

my years of forty forty-one forty-two and beyond
every thing I had learned
by putting myself together 
would come undone

But then in the year
I was thirty nine
I learned that in remembering
the scent of peony

the heat of their pink
the regal ice of their white
in all these memories
there was enough of youth to make

my mortality irrelevant
I learned that thirty nine was an opening and not
an end…

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wander

“Not all those who wander are lost.”   J.R.R.  Tolkien

“Courage is found in unlikely places.”   –  J.R.R. Tolkien

“Go not to the Elves for counsel, for they will say both no and yes.”   –  J.R.R. Tolkien

*

wander

behind

la porte

lies the

greatest of all

treasures

POSSIBILITY

will you cross the threshold?

mais oui!

vast risks – challenges

wondrous and arduous

journey

roads unpaved

unmarked

proceed in darkness

stumbling frequently

falling

falling

leave any maps

at the door

they only mark

the route of others

close your eyes

inhale deeply

feel your way

moss on a cool

rough stone

crunching of fallen leaves

beneath your feet

stillness of the air

the sounds

animal? human?

perhaps falling rain?

the roar of thunder,

flash of lightning?

or whoosh of the cascade?

sunlight peeks through

illuminating gems

les fleurs

smooth stones

perhaps a fallen tree-

opportunity

a chance to contemplate

absorb

inhale deeply

allow its rhythm

to guide you on

become one with

your surroundings

stay in each moment

drink deeply

let the sensations wash over you

bisous,

léa