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Through Corridors of Light

Today I received an unexpected bit of solstice light in the mail:

 

 

There are poets in here whom I love and admire: Emily Dickinson, Jane Kenyon, Theodore Roethke, Mary Oliver, Wendell Berry, Elizabeth Bishop – well, the list is long. 

And then there's me. My poem Fibromyalgia is the fourth in the book: 

 

I've become the princess I disdained as a child. I'll prove my
royal blood. Put twenty mattresses between me and that pea.
My bones will feel its sharp, hard curve, here, at the small
of my back. I am only sick, I am not dying, no faster

than I was before. I want to stretch my muscles across
the cool length of the blue pool. I want to walk four miles a day
in the rainforest, through the cedars, beneath the eagles and herons.
I want to laugh from the middle of my belly so hard my breasts

bounce. I want to throw Clancy's ball one hundred times in a row.
Instead, I consider the purchase of a stylish cane, one with an animal
head to hold in my aching hand. I've become cranky and rude. I eat
off paper plates, drink from plastic glasses. China and silver fade

under dust on the shelves. I want to be back where I was before.
I want to wrap my legs around another body. I want to earn hard
breathing. I want to build my own garden wall, bend to place
seeds in the black earth with my own hand. I want to wake

in the quiet morning glad for the day in front of me and the dreams
behind. I want to lie in the sun all long afternoon, hot and easy and
dazed by good fortune. I want to bicycle down the hill with Elizabeth.
How do others move through this with such grace and good manners?

My days are short as winter solstice, even in summer heat. I have no
desire left, except for sleep, solitude, a feathered bed. No, sorry, I'm
too tired, too many people at parties, too much noise in the streets.
There is no prince. There is no heaven. There is no sleep.

~

I knew this was in the works. 

But I didn't really believe it. 

The book image is linked to poemsofconsolation.net, where you can get more information and purchase the book. Royalties will be donated to ME Research UK.

 

I plan to spend the next several days with this. Consoled. 

 

Reunion

 

This is why I've been absent from online: my house was full of people, for a week. Friends from college came together, for the first time in more than twenty-five years, right here.

We watched Up. I'm told I laughed. A lot.

We went to The Garden of One Thousand Buddhas. We had lunch and art at the Hangin Art Gallery in Arlee. 

We remembered, we ate, we laughed, and we talked & talked & talked. We Skyped two absent friends. 

Then I slept for over a week. Well worth it! And now, this week, my English friend Abigail comes to stay for a month. 

A full life for me just now, a full In-Real-Life. 

So, later here.