Garden of the Gods

Today I sing my own decree,
follow my intuitive nudges
dance with my grumbling grudges
and dreams about how it should

be–the shoulds that keep me
blind and deaf. The music’s
now! These groaning trees,
this patch of snow, the bit

of blue and white as the gray
grows to include a vastness
cursory glances ignore.
And I embrace poetry

and warm gazes, holding
hands and awkward hugs,
invitations unfolding
and when I can’t be with you,

I’ll be with me, glorious
wild woman spinning free.

Inspired by: Convivial, Frivolous, Pressure and Can’t. and this soul-food photo from an earlier time, a hike in Garden of the Gods, near Manitou Springs, Colorado.