Two poems for March

RATHER...

So many places I'd rather be,

and so many faces I'd rather see;

So many pages I'd rather turn,

and so many bridges I'd rather burn;

So many things I'd rather buy,

and so many wings I'd rather fly-

But I can't, and so I stop this blather,

and stand alone and fight this Rather.

...ACCEPT

I pursued my Future fast:

Past clung onto my back-

I held on tightly to my Past:

My Future lost her track.

I know those two will never be mine,

But lurking 'round the bend;

So I put my arm around my Present-

My only faithful friend.

The Wait

[Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field.

I will meet you there.

#Rumi ]

She will wait for me

under the Gulmohur tree.

She will wait, alone

when the fire turns chrome

and leaves are falling all around,

closing chapters for autumn.

Wait she will

though her hands turn numb

in the -embers of the chill,

and the Gulmohur is covered with snow.

She will bear, I know

the summer heat:

She will be sitting there

by the Gulmohur's feet,

waiting for me to come soon.

And I shall come there one day in June,

when the air has a slight haze of rain,

and the old Flame shall blaze again.