How I Spent my 60th Birthday
© carol voccia
June 3 2009
The valley shimmers softly in erotic warmth
Mounds of heaving earth painted in shades
Of vermilion and dark bark
A sixty foot swing tied us to an oak of grand proportions
And we rode ourselves as children among weightless glee
Defying earth and the gravity of memory
We flew against the swollen sky
Six decades of me stood aside as my hair
And skirt danced in hidden youth
Drinking laughter and glorious joy among the
Birds and smiling forest
We were four
Women of the sun-goddess commune
Feeding to each others fruit dipped in gold
Glowing within our own providence each
Scuffing clouds with every arch of the swing
Touching our wanton toes into the sultry air
We rose and fell from the arm of the oak
Remembering girlhood
charmed and timeless
In an afternoon that beaconed us to play in a moment of now
