Time Enough

DREAM

No pedestal - no platform - no milky steed,
Nothing like it was "supposed to be".

The chills and flutters pass and fade -
Why, oh mind, did you think they'd stay?

No path's easy and none short -
Time it takes to know for certain,
And lots of time to court.

Too long? Oh, no. Love's enough to wait.
And love's enough to walk me through
This limbo, labyrinthic state...

Love's enough to push me, too,
To dream of love that's mean to be...
And release it into silly poetry.

Meredith Bean McMath, March 1979,
three months before Chuck and I were married



CHICKADEE

Tired chirp she brings at end of day,
but every note she sings echos back to say,
"Silly chickadee, sing to them all;
We know who you hope to call.
But no matter how sweet your sounds will coo,
Only the mockingbird sings to you."

Pity chickadee for she sings alone,
Scratches her wings and sighs, forlorn.
Then owl smiles in a benign sort of way,
"Chickadee, don't you forget to play.
You're young yet, child. Sing aloud another day."

And chickadee stares... and flits away.

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