(A special thanks to the Annie I am named after, Annie Breitenbucher, for the first and last stanzas from her poem of the same title. I “wrote” this in high school, but thought it was a relevant thing to post now for some odd reason. The original is in her collection Fortune, one of my favorite books)
It has been cold and wet and dark
But now, as the chill beads up
and the skin is dried to the bone
by a warming wind, I rise up, back
up into my life, consider
what I will carry- what will carry me
across uncertain terrain:
A pen, perspective and rich adjectives
So I can always see.
The open arms and warm voice of my mother
So I know love and security.
Mozart Piano Sonatas and the husky ring of acoustic guitars
So I can feel my heart beat.
Molly, my mellow ginger dog
So I know unconditional love and friendship.
The clean, crisp, bright smell of pine forests
So I remember hope and gratitude.
The warm hugs and support of my friends
So I recall fortune and grace.
A portable sun
So I will always find light.
My trusty Fischer RCS skis
So I can fly.
All the best laughs I have heard
So I can imagine the sound of God.