At Last

by Julie May

Feeling clean today as the new year dawns

letting go of the old scraps from yesteryear

looking out at a cloudless sky on a windswept bay

My feet feeling more steady 

my hands feeling relaxed and able to grip 

or just hang down, twitching a bit in dream. 

I will climb that tree and pick a banana 

eat it or maybe give it away. 

I will be that monkey scampering into the jungle 

gym. 

I will be that sea otter lolling in the waves. 

Offering what I have 

and maybe we will commune

inhaling the odors

trap doors all open

traversing

colliding

all aboard.