POEM ON THE THRESHOLD OF FORTY

From these minor enthusiasms, time out
Because the sun is my brother
I’m making love with a river
Because I’m the same age as the wind

To me, these days being calm,
Simplicity seems fitting
The beauty of poetry within
Competes with the joy of living

Oh, my life, more beautiful than beautiful
I’m falling hard for you increasingly
Woven with ever so much labor
I’m in a delicate, alluring embroidery

From these minor worries, attachments, time out
Because I’m the same age as the cosmos now
Without beginning, without end, insatiable
I am in a head-spinning flow