Learn how to:
• Skateboard
• Dance
• Scuba dive
• Sail a sizable craft
• Play guitar and sing
• Speak at least four languages
Most important:
• Be born into human form again,
some time, some place.
Doesn’t matter where or when,
but preferably to kind people
who adore me.
Like the man I saw ambling
down the sidewalk
the day after Christmas,
a small boy with tousled hair
the color of Yukon gold potatoes
riding tall on the shoulders,
I imagine, of the one who
made him a boy, who contributed
the chromosome dubbed y,
which begs the question:
Why do this? In this lifetime
(please, let there be more)
or any other?
And there’s the answer:
strolling just to stroll, carrying
someone you love so they can
see the world,
someone who one day might
do the same for you—
offer you a new vantage point,
ferry you with great devotion
where you need or want to go,
singing in a language you have
come to know by heart.
Güd wrtr 
love! Dorothy RiceAuthor – Editor – Facilitatordorothyriceauthor.com
Beautiful, thoughtful poem. I loved it.
Amrita
Wonderful, evocative painting, too.
I love this – love listening to it when we write and then seeing it on FB the next morning. Score!
Tried to write a review for Notes from the Green Man on Amazon – they don’t release the book til January – so no way to leave one yet. I felt like Chuck as it ended. So sad – I wanted more stories. thank you for putting that out into the world.
See you soon. Cindy ________________________________
Thank you, Cindy! For the kind comment on the poem, and we will appreciate your review when you can do it on Amazon. I so understand your reaction to the end of the book… I feel that way, too, even after reading it so many times! I’ll share your comment with Chuck, who will love it!