Ode to Me (At Age Thirty-Three)

I used to write with abandon!

the feelings would fly
thru my "mind-painted" sky
      and the paths that I chose were not wrought
                                                  they arose!
and I could choose to enter or turn aside.

I knew dying trees
that rose to life-
I became a breeze
which coursed my life-
I was kissed with pain and pricked by love!

      And LOVE was my banner
      and my womb.
MY love was too, my tomb.

      I was Midas