Taking her time to be

"No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself."
- Virginia Woolf


 the tinny guitar in the corner
 keeps collecting dust
 how the melody gets played out
is heard without a single
pluck of the strings

her focus is on writing
until each word shines on its own
not caring what bird tiger or lion
breathes inside the scene of her own creation

 she writes, not caring who cares how she spends her time, she lets go of the anger, spouted  from having to please people to no end

 
when their part
of the friendship equation
yields a single goose egg,
equaling zero

reciprocity allows  genuine
 ease in the back and forth banter,  'suzanne the plans
 they made..'
 ..on its heavy head

she writes because that is the only way to seize the day,
to harness the cloud-

to discover the hurt
that had slept a very long sleep---
beneath the growing sun

to know the sun and the moon are alone
in the sky, yet never feel alone, nestled with blues, blacks,
oranges, pinks, and yellows

offering a wide rainbowed window for light to ignite--
to inspire the fire
for those  who look up


for those who look down,
 the earth can be a warm cradle rocking--seeding the gardener with the possibilities
of complete gardens

in her craft of sculpting words, like free ebony birds,
or a lion lunging into the soil

finding levity climbing,
with no expectations
what she'll find there

becoming the malleable
curves of clay earth,
becalming; leaving those
who will never understand

her dance of freedom calling--
crazy, wild, free

~kate lamberg (c) '18