POEM - OTTER WOMAN

This is me in the early morning

on the deck where I write in my journal,

where lots of poems come to me.

Here's one of the first poems I ever wrote

 -- over 20 years ago.

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OTTER WOMAN

I call myself otter woman, now.

Older and wiser

On my own

moving at my own pace

to my own particular rhythms.

Now I can yield, without submitting,

Bend, without conforming.

Peaceful, playful, contented.

Oh, joy in the morning!

Did I mention I quit my job!

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A view from my bed to the deck.

stay tuned . . .