Musing at the lake…

“Don’t rescue this ma’am reclined in the sand,
She has no regrets as her chair seat gets wet;


Don’t run out to save her feet drowning in waves,
She’s dug in her heels and loves how it feels;


Don’t shield or delay the soft wind in her face,
Let its fingers of air, restyle her white hair.


In her mind, she’s creating a stir;
This is living out loud, for her;


Don’t call her away from the edge of the lake,
From the bees and the trees, and the breeze on her knees,


Don’t call her away from the edge of the lake,
Where the neighboring crowds,
Are just silent, white clouds;


In her mind, she’s creating a stir;
This is living out loud, for her;


She’s forsaking the shade, for invisible rays,
Drenched in the heat, ‘til her skin shouts, “Retreat!”


So don’t go ashore, keep submerging your oar;
Don’t yell, “You’ll get burned!”
She’s not young, she has learned;


Don’t wade out to say, “It’s not prudent to stay.”
Or, “You’re out of your mind.”, ‘cause she’s doing fine;


She’s having her fun, in this season of sun,
An introvert’s dream, coming true, so it seems;


She’s safe, let her be…
Washed in Vitamin D…


On this Grade-A, laid-back Saturday… 
She’s tossed every caution away…
No need for medicinal aid…


The lake is her tonic today.” 

DDC August 2020

July 32nd

Happy birthday to my sister, Patricia! It’s been a long standing joke that when I was little, she playfully told me her birthday was on July 32nd. This is last year’s birthday poem that I wrote to commemorate both the occasion of that moment (which BTW was the day the photo below was taken) and her birthday. 


“It’s that time of year when I’m always confused,
I remember your quote since the days of my youth;
It’s the date of your birthday, over which I will reckon,
Is it August the 1st OR July 32nd?


Whatever the month, the day or the year,
The thought of that memory, to my heart is dear;
To my sista, Patricia, I wish you the best,
For this special birthday and each one that comes next.”