What of birthdays?
\nWhat are they for?
\nAdvent of days,
\nstuffed diaries
\nto be read at Thanksgiving,
\nsome holiday
\nwhen you are bored
\nand the sea doesn\u2019t speak to you.
\nColumns erected stone by stone
\ncut from your life,
\nporticos for old age.<\/p>\n
My birthday is the custom
\nof candles,
\na bonfire, burning prairie,
\nsmoke and innocence.
\nIn age I can\u2019t breathe enough
\nto blow them out.
\nI marvel at the years I\u2019ve lived,
\nthe questions inside me,
\nthe well of so much love,
\nthe harvest of the pure child
\nwhose candle burned in the rain.<\/p>\n
So, to everyone\u2019s birthday
\nI raise a toast,
\nand if they\u2019re wise
\nperhaps they\u2019ll tell me
\nthe reason for another.
\nI\u2019m ready to begin again,
\nbrand new,
\nexcept in my case there\u2019s one
\nI\u2019d like to take with me,
\nan old love
\nthat deserves to be new,
\nand for her
\nI endure,
\nfor her
\nI\u2019ll go on forever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
What of birthdays? What are they for? Advent of days, stuffed diaries to be read at Thanksgiving, some holiday when you are bored and the…<\/p>\n