Sleeping in
sleeping late 
letting dreams 
leaving day
to wait
I stir
I suppose 
at the 
wet nose 
of morning 
reminding me 
it’s late 

I’m now gliding 
having already soared
my wings once 
made for agility
have outgrown me 
for now they
lift and cruise 
almost as though 
those short-handled 
paddles that come 
with canoes have 
been replaced by 
long lanky oars
propelling me forward 
farther and quieter 
age does this 
I think learning 
that less effort 
doesn’t mean shorter 
distances it means 
an easier way 

He is
in my
life to
test my
love for 
try he
has already 
done and 
win he 
already has 

Sometimes you want 
it simple a
scoop or two 
other times you 
want a cone
sometimes you might 
even want it 
with whipped cream 
but me I 
like it most
with a cherry 
plopped on top 
because to me 
a small simple 
single cherry makes 
almost everything else 
a sweet celebration 

All I see
are the mirrors 
bouncing back what
I imagine is
the sun all
of them denying 
the light like 
some startled starlet
surprised by attention 
and I the
one picked over 
standing here ten 
deep in the 
crowd wishing that 
she was me