Why do I have a birthday,
\nsing songs,
\nopen presents to amuse the people
\naround me?
\nTo have lived so many years
\nis an amazement to me,
\nbut no great accomplishment.
\nIt is the elemental,
\nthe waterfall,
\nthe drift of continents,
\nthat pushed the years away.
\nThat which fills a seacoast with eternity,
\nputs fire in a poppy,
\ncreates deserts out of stone,
\nand breaks a heart with a beautiful face.<\/p>\n
So I lived whether I had any say in it,
\nor not,
\nbut it is a charming time to be born,
\nin the middle of spring,
\nthe beginning of May in Ohio.
\nRed buds in bloom,
\ntrillium in the woods,
\nrue anemones with their graceful heads,
\ntaking another peek at the earth.
\nSomeday they may evolve into trees,
\nbut that is another story.
\nIt is a wonderful time though,
\nlike the twilight of waking
\nin a sunny room.<\/p>\n
Did I travel anywhere?
\nI know I did,
\nwhatever flows off unto itself,
\nlike the years,
\nbut I never mastered the sanctity of knowing
\nsomething of their meaning,
\nwhich with my breath
\nI can now blow out like
\nlittle stars, little fires.
\nSomething hurts in my heart
\nand I don\u2019t know what it is.
\nWonder at myself?
\nAt life? My birthday?
\nA bluebird looking for a rainbow?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Why do I have a birthday, sing songs, open presents to amuse the people around me? To have lived so many years is an amazement…<\/p>\n