Green Days
These days my clothes are forest, khaki, black
far from the emeralds and sky blues of earlier years.
I am grittier, fiercer than I have ever been
walking down streets that I call mine
working where my heart is
waking in a bed built for two,
grateful I don't have to share it
Much. Much more of my time is divvied
doing what I want: dance, write, learn, wander.
I am moody, free
to have bitchy days of pinches and barks
goofy spells of tinsel and jigs
flushed bouts of swooning and heartache
And recovery, to find myself back with myself
where I left me last night,
the me I see in my morning mirror
where I put on my tan dress shirt,
khaki slacks, black boots
to face the green day with a sly grin.
rikpanganiban
march1996
far from the emeralds and sky blues of earlier years.
I am grittier, fiercer than I have ever been
walking down streets that I call mine
working where my heart is
waking in a bed built for two,
grateful I don't have to share it
Much. Much more of my time is divvied
doing what I want: dance, write, learn, wander.
I am moody, free
to have bitchy days of pinches and barks
goofy spells of tinsel and jigs
flushed bouts of swooning and heartache
And recovery, to find myself back with myself
where I left me last night,
the me I see in my morning mirror
where I put on my tan dress shirt,
khaki slacks, black boots
to face the green day with a sly grin.
rikpanganiban
march1996
