I
Sometimes odd families form
From friendships made.
And to my motley crew,
Know I am happy.

II
Shades of gray turn pale
At the twist of a hip
And the quiver of a lip.

III
The road has been long – arduous.
I have faltered in step – briefly.
And the forms are coming clearly.
And I know who I am.

IV
I sat staring about, looking for naught
Then a fish swam by, gave me the eye,
And I fell in the creek, laughing.