By Jo Bower
Common Dream I
On a gray day I forget who I am Or who I was When I last walked with you the art of gathering I want to collect all who are dear to me inhale your mingling pungent smells listen to your wise words one by one dropping from the sky shiny silver coins each one destined to find its niche far beyond my own heart’s reach
Common Dream II
You are far from me my wisest teachers my forever friends I walked through your smiles exhaled through your words lived in our common dream Your words return to me faint echoes, reminding me of our hardest days our most joyous days they all remain like cherished jewels I hold them lightly I hold them alone then I let them go: they are wild birds taking flight to bless the lands I have yet to taste to bless the words I have yet to write Friends, you are still with me lifting my soul beckoning me to fly fearlessly for many seasons to come
Our Last Day
I am so weary chasing life like an errant firefly fleeing the glass bottle racing through the grass fleeing time itself I don’t want to miss a moment clothed in the skein of the sky coiling clouds running raindrops tearing at the fabric of life don’t want this awesome summer day of heated ribbon roads and dense underbrush growing close by to pass unnoticed I never want this wild freedom to be replaced by an adjustable bed a postage stamp view of the grass where the only sound is the click of a doorknob closing I am exhausted from holding life so tight even as disease knocks an unwelcome but inevitable guest no one invited it but here, at the end night draws her curtain gently and low across what could be our last day
Jo Bower, 67, is a lifelong activist and writer, ever passionate about
the natural world, healing through authentic human connections, the
New England coast and the mountains and rivers of Vermont. Jo
graduated in 1976 from Kalamazoo College (MI) and earned her MSW from
Boston University School of Social Work in 1985. She has received
numerous recognitions and awards for her work in disability rights and
organizational change. Jo recently moved to Vermont to dedicate
herself to writing full-time and camping throughout the Green
Mountains. She lives in East Montpelier with her partner and pesky cat
June Bug. Jo’s other hobbies include knitting and engaging in
community advocacy. Find her on FB: (20+) Jo Bower | Facebook
Lovely poem.
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