At The Appointed Hour Having awakened at the crack of dawn. Having stood atop the stalks of grain. Having skirted the rims of the canyons. Having rolled across the treetops. Having lifted up the edges of the sky. Having scooted under the gates of heaven. Having riffled through God’s documents and letters. Having set my watch to universe time. Having zipped myself into my new body. Having slid down the golden staircase of heaven. Having hurled all helmets and hats from my house. Having set free the brooms and appliances from my house. Having slipped my feet into hypersonic boots. Having scored the scooter from the boy next door. Having set my course by the first star to the right. Why now would I heed the sorrows of the past? I will not look back. I travel into the unknown lands. And if I should slide off the world’s edge into the mouths of dragons, I shall count myself most fortunate and most free. For I belong to the wind and the wild places. I have set my course. I sail straight on until morning.
Thanks, Melanie. I'm glad you caught those. I hope I become Peter Pan when I die. I came to that book late in life, about two years ago. It astonished me, through and through.
I have a bit of a Peter Pan streak in me too, my friend. I also have wonderful memories of reading it to my eldest child, when he was little - and he wanted it over and over and over again.
Your poem makes me think of a long ago song by Kate Bush, from her second album.
I like reading the mystery of this poem and not knowing where you were taking us and then rereading it based on comments. And perhaps, I too, need to reread Peter Pan 💛
To clarify--I listened to Peter Pan, and the narrator's British was so charming I feel doubly in love. And it's so weird, that it's a children's book--it's like Disney movies. So much is for adults, which is too ironic considering the story.
This is beautiful. I love the Peter Pan echoes.
Thanks, Melanie. I'm glad you caught those. I hope I become Peter Pan when I die. I came to that book late in life, about two years ago. It astonished me, through and through.
Straight on to morning.
Doesn't it sound wonderful, Ray?
Beautiful
Love the determined fantasy...!!!
I love how you put that! Thanks, Rajani.
What release at the end! Thanks, Rebecca.
You are welcome, sweet Richard.
I have a bit of a Peter Pan streak in me too, my friend. I also have wonderful memories of reading it to my eldest child, when he was little - and he wanted it over and over and over again.
Your poem makes me think of a long ago song by Kate Bush, from her second album.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnwTNwjxQxI
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I just listened to the song. Very nice.....I hadn't heard that one before.
Been a while Rebecca. This is something many of us would love to scream while bolting out the door.
I rather like the idea that death will be a taking your leave, heading out to seek your fortune.
Magical 💚
Thanks, Caroline. I hope you are doing well.
I like reading the mystery of this poem and not knowing where you were taking us and then rereading it based on comments. And perhaps, I too, need to reread Peter Pan 💛
To clarify--I listened to Peter Pan, and the narrator's British was so charming I feel doubly in love. And it's so weird, that it's a children's book--it's like Disney movies. So much is for adults, which is too ironic considering the story.
Rebecca, this is gorgeous. I am moved to tears ❤️
Take me with you!
Oh, yes! If this be death, then bring it sooner.
Oh, yoiks, I hadn’t seen it that way. I take stuff so literally sometimes
Dear Rebecca,
There is a deep voice within, whispering that I needed this. Thank you.
Love,
Mahdi
Dearest, Mahdi, I am glad this spoke to you. We must all take this journey. Here's to hoping it's a good one!
This is a journey I would love to take.
Or at the very least, I would like to see my current one as bravely as this.
Sam, Thanks for commenting. This poem, for me, is about that final journey, about sailing into the beyond with all fires blazing.
Love it.