I am gathering together all the poems I’ve written over the years about growing up in the Pocket of Agates: My Life Series- The Beginning.
Siddhartha and Me It all began in the center of a book back in ’73, I was a bud of life my mom a literature hippie. Living high in the Rocky’s cradled in the nook of a pine she read about a man’s life and how he sat half way blind along the river’s edge, tangled in a web of choice he wept. Water washed away the selfish, rekindling his spirit, forever he was changed. My mom sat in the web folding her story between his words settling her hand over me she climbed down the tree as her new chapter began her feet took stance she knew the name for me.