Retirement Dreams
It started three years ago
with just an occasional thought,
a sunshiny day
in a week of clouds.
It was a favorite picture
I’d take out occasionally,
run my fingers over the image,
and let myself dream.
Two years ago it became
like my tiny pocket jack knife.
I’d slip my hand in and feel
its reassuring presence
nestled there, slim and smooth,
at least once a day. This year
it feels like Christmas every
hour. I hold that present,
tied with a big red bow,
shake it around, then untie
the ribbons to release
the magic of retirement
over and over again.
The mystery smells like
summer, the possibilities
taste like honey.
Reality interferes, but
as often as possible, I reopen
that sweet gift and breathe in
the future.
11 comments:
This is truly lovely! I'm glad I stopped in via Teri's blog.
Love your blog presentation btw.
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That's a great dream. lovely words.
very beautiful.
Beautiful dream!
Now this is the way to savor retirement. Well done.
Very nicely done.
I absolutely love this view of retirement.
Your retirement dreams sound lovely, and definitely worth waiting for! I loved your poem.
It's really like that, Linda!
I haven't earned a dollar since I retired in August of 2001. Not even did I have jury duty.
I am sure you had a physical treasured present like that. You wrapped it back up and carried it with you all over. Every now and then you would take a peak, like the boy with the knife. Your poet, all knowing, tells us that neither he nor you could use it.
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Beautiful palpable images! This is how dreams are made.
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