A poem by Madhuri.
I will live in a small hovel
In the midst of life
And be a gypsy/mystic/poet constantly.
I will always wear a smock and sandals
My braided hair swinging
Around my knees
Forever kept shining by fog and delight.
There will be friends and coffee and music
And I will swim in the colors of love.
I will not be afraid
And I will have cats and friends
To help me.
I will leap high into the sky
At the slightest provocation
And sink deep into the sun.
At night I will dream of secret things
And awake to thick cool fog,
Glad that now is always.
Kati Akin, ‘66