Saturday, July 24, 2010

Poem: At Fifty Five

At Fifty Five

You wake up another year older, feeling
different, yet not different, aware
that on this day, late in the evening,
you emerged whole and unformed,

and you are surprised how, at fifty five,
there is so much left to form,
so much left to treasure, how
the sound of songbirds through your window,

and the moist summer breeze that caresses you
as you lay on the fresh sheets
are one day more precious.
as close your eyes and see

the past, possible futures,
love and loss,
hope, fear, anger, peace, all part of the brokeness
that is you.

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This is my birthday poem. Tonight at 9 PM, I am fifty five.

The picture was taken at Hildene, in Manchester, VT. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom

4 comments:

willow said...

Well, Happy Birthday, Tom!! Best wishes for a lovely day, my friend.

(you're right...we are ever emerging)

Tom Atkins said...

thanks Tess.

From where I set, some of us are emerging at this age, and others are stuck. I hope I never get stuck!

gingerhillery@mac.com said...

Happy Birthday. You and my daughter Rose share the same birthday. But she was a morning birth. I hope this is a wonderful year for you.

Merisi said...

Happy Birthday,
may your future be bright
and health and happiness be a steady companion!