Writing My Anthem

 

I write my anthem in ink,

full of sorrow, ethereal dancers

on the periphery of my vision,
shape-shifters
from the other-world,
beckoning.
I write full of gratitude

for all the small joys:

song of the mockingbird,

peace of an old growth forest,

the gaining and losing of dreams,
the brightness of morning.

I write my anthem by tapping the keys,

pecking, as crows do, searching for

just the right return. Ghosts of

my past selves dance by,

that old masquerade, smoke and mirrors,

until I emerged onto a wild beach

and turned into my Self.

I write my anthem with tears

for all I have lost; with thankfulness

for all the gifts given;

not least, this world full of poets

on the other side of the screen: all of us,

tapping and tapping together,
writing to say we were here
through all

the journeying years.

for Shay's Word List, where we are celebrating the wonderful Susie Clevenger, and remembering our years as Toads.