(For Dalinda) 30 April 2008
If you do a midlife crisis right
You get to reinvent yourself.
What feels like F4 chaos at first is just
The amputation of labels,
Annihilation of preconceived notions.
And then, like strolling through an identity mall,
You get to shop for the new you.
Sister, daughter, mother . . .
Those were never far away
And first to return after the tornado.
But then comes the fun part.
Um . . . thinker. I’ll take one of those.
Lover. Yes, I’ll wear that.
Writer. Can you throw in Poet on the twofer deal?
I choose each one carefully.
Now that I know I really can
I want to make certain the me I create
Is the me I want.
Bird watcher. Rose grower. Dog lover.
Symphony-goer. Art appreciater.
Good friend. Penny wise.
Rock solid. Laugh-a-lotter.
Believer in Magic.
I am who I want to be.
I am who I have created myself to be.
I think I shall rest with a glass of tea
and call it good.