Birth Day

Bye Bye.
Bye Bye she says, smiling wide, ocean-wide,
I’ll see you soon she says
waving at us, so willing to trust the rightness and need-ed-ness of the journey.

She is emptied once again before leaving – stripped.
She is made very very small – which is a task, as she has accumulated so much.

She will be brick-hard once again, swim with sharks, eat sand and dust
      and paint herself with vivid petals
      purple
      green and red.

Her signature, the one she’s chosen,
will be laughter, and she will sign and sign.

Good Bye (she says it again) and waving –
she is so happy to leave us.
      ‘She is a lair, just a terrible liar that one - HA !’
      No,
      she is a very good liar
      and she’ll bring back some stories –
      she’s
      such a storyteller that one boy-oh-BOY !
      And they’re not really lies you know,
      she weaves.
      ‘I feel a disagreeable darkness around her stories – they make me scratch.’
      That is only because you are so young.

Bye Bye
and smiling wide,
she is a beauty so strong, so happy.

     ‘And where will she first bathe, in the Jordan or the Ganges?’
      No, she has been there, and to the Nile, the Amazon.
      This time she will bathe first in Avon
            because she’s such a good liar that one !

Bye Bye,
swim hard dear love, bring back a story.

Regina Coll

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