Shedding the Summer Skin

Shame on me. 

Laughing -

in my summer skin -

Loud like the single girls. 

Distracted,

Out of practice.

Forgetting promises and principles.

Getting too big for this room. 

Don’t wait ‘round. 

I can’t be held in this state. 

But I’ll be small when I’m coming down 

And I’ll crawl back into your capable hands 

For safe keeping. 

For hibernating.

Until next spring./

I would not want to be married to myself -to endure the tides of feisty flirtation and self-questioning deprecation. I am grateful for my partner. He watches me expand to fill every corner, celebrates my exuberance, and tolerates my independence. He is patience and trust personified.

Afterwards, he is there still -grieving and enduring the process of coming down. He reminds me of myself and allows space for my dichotomies. I am a fortunate human being.