Hmmm…should I call it “Aonie” and set it to the tune of West Side Story’s “Maria”?
Um…no, I don’t think so.
(And I won’t set it to Debbie Harry’s “Maria,” either, even though that’s a good song.)
THESE ARE THE GOALS
by Christopher Walsh
Find your animals.
Find your calm.
Find more of your poetry, your personal song
To tell of your nourishment, comfort, and joy:
Your figuring-out-ness, your methods employ’d
That helped you survive from The Start to The Now
And – after all that – further joy, you’ll allow.
Happy birthday, Aonie (a little late, but the lateness does not affect the sentiment). Be good to your pets; be good to yourself. And remember: all of that poem (future tense for reasons of poetry aside) has already happened.
All the best, hon. I’m glad we’re friends.