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Joyce Sutphen


Crossroads


The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
I will land on my feet this time,
knowing at least two languages and who
my friends are. I will dress for the
occasion, and my hair shall be
whatever color I please.
Everyone will go on celebrating the old
birthday, counting the years as usual,
but I will count myself new from this
inception, this imprint of my own desire.

The second half of my life will be swift,
past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder,
asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road.
The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,
fingers shifting through fine sands,
arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.
There will be new dreams every night,
and the drapes will never be closed.
I will toss my string of keys into a deep
well and old letters into the grate.

The second half of my life will be ice
breaking up on the river, rain
soaking the fields, a hand
held out, a fire,
and smoke going
upward, always up.

Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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  • Peggy Hapke Lewis (3/3/2005 5:00:00 PM)

    Joyce, I truly enjoyed your poem. Great philosophy, and one I share. I especially love the images in the last verse paragraph. The new freedom of ice breaking up on a river, the deep comfort and plenty, of soaking rain, the friendship and camaraderie of the hand reaching out, the warmth of a fire, and always the smoke rising to where we are all going.... Lovely. (Report) Reply

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