Member Poem

I close my eyes
and imagine myself at the top of a mountain
before a skiing race. I don’t just see myself there,
I feel the poles in my hands
and the snow under my skis.
I feel the wind whipping my face
as I charge down the mountain,
I hear the announcer excitedly announcing
a record run and the spectators go wild with jubilation.
I taste the victory…. Ha, this is bliss!

I imagine myself
walking barefoot along a sandy beach,
The sun is setting over the waters
painting the sky orange and pink,
The wet sand squishes between my toes;
I take a deep breath of the salty air
I close my eyes and listen
to the squawk of gulls and
the waves lapping the shore… Ha, this is bliss!

To love someone who makes you laugh or think,
Who shrugs off your bad moods
or slaps your back with moods of her own,
With dinner on the stove and dogs in the yard,
And nights of making lazy love,
Sweet talk over wine with music
Candles flickering while you dance
and a low fire in the hearth
while the October wind moans
at the windows like a woman
in throes of passion…. Ha, this is bliss!