Eighteen Months Post....

Eighteen Months Post….

I am, this morning,
a spaceship flying through
a welcoming universe.
Eighteen months post surgery
and a clean bill of health
has blasted me off
once again—
into that place of dreams and desire.

The ever widening universe beckons—
my muse, too, is calling,
for life isn’t complete
without art—
the art of the writer,
the poet,
the painter,
the carver,
the potter,
the art of the seanchai,
the weaver,
the wanderer,
and yes, the candlestick maker.

I’m born again,
like a babe just out of the womb,
like my sentence is served
and now, I am free.

Will I be apprehensive
next year when March rolls around
and I will need again to be checked?
I suppose,
but I know that
if I have faith
in the Goddess,
the universe,
and all of my friends,
then all will be well.

Thank you.

Vi Jones (Seanchai is a storyteller and is pronounced SHAN'a-ky
©March 10, 2006