Happy birthday to me,
I just turned twenty-three,
Just kid-ding, I’m 32,
Happy birthday to you!
//
[The kind of birthday song you sing yourself in the mirror.
Songs of days birthing selves seeing so much clearer.
The kind of birthday for kindness from here on ever after,
Through the looking glass, place-time in space flipped, parts disassembled-reattached-misremembered.
Who is me, and am I you? Oh, you mean it’s your birthday, too!
What’s ten years, give or take a few?
We’ve both been here before, tell me something new…]
//
Déjà vu.
I knew this place,
Was it, (un?)lucky 13 years ago? I was
Lucky about a decade past,
Blessed to be a mother,
Now I’ve brought my
Children here, but it feels
We’ve crossed some
Invisible barrier
Through which
It feels strange to pass.
Walls, though
Repainted and the
Carpets new-blue,
Ghost-of-memories
Haunt the amenities,
Whispering their melodies, and
Only the ocean remains
Unchanged in hue.
High times, hard times for
Me to lie low while
Tides pull at our moon.
(Time, time moves in mad
Ways as we unravel
Through age and
Unusual truths.)
//
[Revel in the labyrinth,
Traveling mystics,
Here is the dawning
Of the heart-mage.]
//
Om Mani Padme Hum