Help me to be horny
for joy
spreading through this wave
of muscles and sensations
not just my own
but all of us
feeding our appetites
for kindness
cleaning the air
with our choices
stopping the bombfall
because there are better games,
more heartfelt
ways to laugh
sharing food
because people we love
are hungry.
Let me learn
how to love
fall consumed
by shine
on a leaf
hear the snap crackle pop
in your voice
even as I savour
my oatmeal
be licked
by stray dogs,
bring them home
without leashes
a pied piper
with a crippled heart
and dancing refugees
honouring sweet goodness
in all its forms.
Mid-life can be like
waking groggy
from an afternoon nap
with some regret
for the angle of the sun,
how the golden evening
is here
and there is still time
to play
but the day
is receding quickly.
Some go reeling
when they hear
the herald call
of dark,
frantic to stave off
inevitable shadows.
Some feel the late sunshine
pierce their hearts
and remake their agendas.
Me, I am so grateful
for my regrets,
how they teach me
depth of caring,
how the evening sun
puts haloes
on all that is here.