One - You can’t rewind
I like to do things
I’m good at
some while others
not so much but enjoy
and if you do them better I
wish you well but let
me have my joy
let me learn and do
in my way
Two - Mother was a dancer
I took classes in ballet
but my ankles were weak
so that stopped; I learned
guitar, cello, flute, piano
I wasn’t a prodigy
practice was too loud
so that stopped; each in turn
looking inward I learned
to read no book was denied
no music no film, so I
consumed, lived my youth in
my room in stories
in words humming
I read outside windows
watching others, watching
mother dance: wondered halls
between rooms of learners
while she preened
in learning I excelled
something she couldn’t…
but that stopped
Three -Little 15
It was a long time coming
the exodus of the familial unit
since my birth I think
one got love then two then
by the time I came,
I think they were all just
done: with freedom I
floundered in the forging
too young too fast: now
unraveling
