This is a poem both young and old! It was published first in PEGASUS (Summer 1994). I have lost touch with this publication, but am honored to have it among my credits. My 40th birthday, that I was looking forward to in this poem, would be spent in the hospital. The decade ahead would include many passings of loved ones. I was 50 when my mom was called Home in 2004. Now I have learned–though the grief was hard–in a deep everyday kind of way, that love lasts and keeps growing and changing. New chapters grow, and have their own unique beauty.
I have also reconnected with friends from my teaching years. Their careers grew beautifully; they add so much to the lives of others.
I honor the teachers, in all their various settings and programs, today.
And as I always say, I always feel as if I am just beginning…
It is September
My first not in school
And I will be forty
Thinking over the years…
I remember driving through
Montana one vacation
We were in a small town
Looking for a gas station.
What you do
Becomes part of you
The town had a large school
I don’t even remember the name
But I’d know what to do just the same.
Now I’m turning more of my intensity
To poetry, and I’m far from teacher there
This time, though, no degree
My study both school and playground
Nurturing my creativity.
I sense I’ve come full circle today
As I look forward to this birthday
My hair brown and grey and bleached by the sun
Back now in Wisconsin
September 1993: in search of poetry.
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From A fanciful gallery, filled with the beauty of nature.