June 7. To get a head start
by Joanne Kyger
Yea, but I'm too old
Yea, but I'm growing too old
To wait around this long
Nobody wants to sit with me
Forgive this interlude for a while: I became infinitely
glamorous and careless, like the best memory, of past
I often tell women's secrets to men
It was open, in the clear gray, morning. Babies
cries, and a dog barks, birds shrill from the top
of the trees.
I'm going to run away from all this.
I am going to enter into another dimension.
Oh my little head and hope. I am projected
ahead. I will realize the continuum from the past.
I will not be abusive, I am smitten in glory.
I am full of hopeful rushing. On into
the high out rocking waves.