Promise me a retrospective
A gathering of my graces
Such as they were
Be kind as you look upon my clumsy iterations and
Remember that I did them all for you.
You were my muses if there is any such thing as a muse.
Let us say a starting point, a guide, if you will, and
that all that had come before you
Bleak and uninspiring on a good day and that when you came,
Ah, then there was meaning,
color and abstraction,
a reason to pick up the pen,
instead of those other things that were
Feats of self abnegation,
Obliteration. Before you. So,
promise me a meeting of the muses, the healers and the dancers, the
strummers, the singers, and the scribes.
Gather here together and celebrate
that I have made you.
And you me.