When I am
With you
Wisdom finds me
Not the learned
Majesty libraries
Exude; I
Code switch into
Knowings exchanged
As we breathe in
Forest air
When I show you
Mother tree
Both pressing hands
Saying hello
In our own ways
Aging no longer
Frightens me
All of us
Mingle our
Grey hairs
Sparkling silver
Threads catching
Sunlight, dappling
Through mountain
Vistas; pressing
Heads close
Arms linked
These bonds have
Held for
Twenty five years
It’s no accident
You were with me
When I wrote
My first poem
One year ago
For this fountain
From which I
Draw strength
Courage, peace
Revives my
Youthful spirit
Last time
We watched
The Princess Bride
We embodied
Each character
Stood and
Proclaimed our lines
Put on expressions
Tones and roles
Playing our bit
After, we melted
Back into
Authenticity
Only you know
Get to see
Who I am
When I take off
Adulthood
Becoming children
Once again
Just the same
As when we
Made shields
Hand painting tunics
Tethering coconuts
To clap; raucous
Skipping along
School corridors
I was brave
“Brave, brave
Sir Robin”
Sewing costumes
And quoting
Monty Python
Unified imagining
Became our
Sanctuary
From violence
And neglect
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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