A Poem For Today -Years

[KEN DICKINSON]

Years

 

—for J.P.O.

I have wished you dead and myself dead,
How could it be otherwise.
I have broken into you like a burglar
And you've set your dogs on me.
You have been a hurricane to me
And a pile of broken sticks
A child could kick.
I have climbed you like a monument, gasping,
For the exercise and the view,
And leaned over the railing at the top–
Strong and warm, that summer wind.

Alicia Ostriker

Sent from my iPhone

[John Jai Conley]

Egad! What a whirlwind of years!

Thanks.

Jai

Keep a little room for wonder.

Mary Oliver

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[Patricia Rios]

Wow, that's a very good summary...

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