Sweet Surprise

Sweet Surprise

Find here an invitation: 
an invitation to Spring

be awake!
be asleep.
be in between
but be…

for she awaits the look
on your face, and the sigh
from your mouth, and the
moment you close your eyes
and listen to birdsong
like it’s water.

Let the startle of pink flowers 
be the beat of ancients drums,
hear them sound for you,
calling you home

Surrender, like a flower to a bee —
as nature’s song comes to life
in its true home: your body

Banish words of condescension and derision —
let them fade from memory, these words
that imprison the heart

Instead, like a salmon,
let longing stir you into
a long journey home

Try this:


for maybe the medicine chest 
made just for your soul 
only appears after a long walk 
with no destination,
taken when there were 
dishes to do

Touch your one and only 
body, don’t worry if you find it pleads for rest —
just be glad you decided to listen,
the first solid move in any real love affair.

Be Goldilocks —
find the perfect cup of porridge, 
made just for your starved soul; 
the bed 
thats softness gives meaning to the word; 
the chair 
that finally brings you up to table height

Because you Belong here — yes, you
and we’re all in this together
and haven’t you had enough of fighting?

And because the magic
happens when you least expect it, 
when you’ve forgotten 
that it exists, been convinced
that it isn’t real…

Oh sweet surprise
sweet sweet surprise
sweet sweet surprise of Spring.