December 28, 2019

You Intoxicate Me



I am getting ready to move, and sifting through boxes of things. I've now gotten all my old journals organized in one place. Maybe I will post a few old poems, but for now, a more recent summer journal entry that makes me happy on a foggy December morning:







June 30, 2019


If I were an ancient Egyptian prince
I'd be buried in a coffin with flowering lemon thyme
so my bones could enjoy the smell
for eternity

If I owned a great big property like I've always wanted
I'd plant fields and fields of it

In the afternoons I'd walk through and be completely enveloped
by the intoxicating aroma

I'd offer every new lover
and even every old one
a bouquet of freshly crushed thyme
to wear as perfume around their neck