you were always the one idealistic
walking miles of poetry
with jonathan livingston seagull in your breast
or joni mitchell on your lips

sunny day
you owned your own name
the den that could never quite house you
released its grip

we sailed our twenties-together
you birthed my fascination of herbs and midwifery
led my maiden voyage to the ship of fools
always the one i followed around

you tasted the road
a mosaic life, swinging your hips
through the gem stone heart break
past the English Manor
and frolicking the playwright
to finally ripen your fig in Big Sur

you blossomed babies and college degrees
your sun still shining
on me
still caught
in your colorful orbit