Early learning

I was once promised, a second chance

Was most certainly past the worst for me

Without narrow-mindedness

I was once taught, amongst erstwhile, to be me

I had to stand tall to myself first-

And then defy myself again- because

I was once warned, the ups and downs

I’ll have to ascend and descend in time

Will essentially be my own creation, and

As I once was advised, I’d better let go-

Things I once loved, and wish them-better luck

Even if,

Such a wish might be reluctant to break away from my lips…

…and whether recalling dauntingly that early learning

Or wanting to forget it stormily

Keeps me like a tree standing the breezily weather

With a lightning warning - cracking raindrops – watery lines

Trotting southwards, to catch me wondering

Why my pathway descends curvedly over the smooth glass…

Not a single straight line –all dots in a snaky curled, uneven row.

…indubitably so, since

  

A raincoat wasn’t promised to me.

Perparim 2009