Wise Swimmers Don’t Dive In At Dawn Or Dusk Poem by Debora Short

He notes from
His stellar aerial blue
That his beloved strawberry
Has full-fledged

Now, more grey than dishwater
A solid half century on her
Always, the obvious independent
New Horizons continually in view

A life-long history
Of choosing uncommon passageways
Teaching herself immuno-hematology and,
Giving out ashes, her purse stashed under that altar

Lanes of life dappled sunny
Colored with compassion
Didn’t she take in all
Learned lessons of life

The advice he gave on those shadows:
Wise swimmers don’t dive in
At dawn or dusk
Especially, near fishing piers

And the best pilots always
Check for birds nest,
File fresh flight plans
And, remember horizons can be easily lost

Scratching his now, celestial head
He smiles when he spots
Her in his old Lynne - collared white shirt
Under that honey locust

Mowing over that black bear nest
Her eyes focused in VFR as those yellow-jackets swarm
Choosing yet another …uncommon corridor
While studying for MCATS