She
asked when will the world let me in on my own terms and I could totally relate
and understand how the party she was invited to wasn’t the party she had
planned in her sweet forty seven year old head.
Let’s
stop standing ourselves up and instead focus on the cows grazing in the
pastures of plenty that don’t know they’re cows, but still fulfill their function
because integrity is our last best hope and the only game worth betting on.
I
know her poems cradle her in the fragile cocoon of an aspiring ballerina
butterfly that knows no bounds when pressing on becomes her very last prayer.
God
Is Everywhere.
That’s
plain to see once we remove the scales from our eyes and cease and desist from worrying
over outcomes and unpaid debts.
She
was a scrapper and a scavenger long before it was in vogue showing off one’s true
feelings and trading in our emotional baggage for something more simplistic
like divine ecstasy.
Her
poems are building blocks trading in fear for the acceptance of who she is and why
she traveled through the sky to be here.
She
landed like a champ as descent and ascent got mashed up and her vegan diet
showed her the way to paradises unadorned when heart healthy replaces salt and
processed food with a diet based on a wide variety of whole plant foods such as
fruits, vegetables, whole grains, legumes, nuts and seeds.
Nothing
stands in Beth’s way as she becomes her best friend and leaves all the carbon
monoxide behind her in someone else’s garage of reckoning.
Charles Cicirella
6/1/19
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