I Want To Write You

  

Plum Blossoms, Victoria.

Gillian Cornwall, 2010.

I have selected a love poem, written almost 20 years ago, to engage your senses as you head into the weekend. I am writing to you today as I will not be available at my regular Sunday posting time. May you all have a beautiful weekend as we head into spring on the Canadian west coast, as each blossom opens itself to you.

I want to engage your senses

Want you to peel my poem from its paper

Smell me in the words

Taste me in the rhythm

Let each letter I loosen 

Probe your private ear - hot and vital

I want to write you a 'wonder pillow'

On which to rest your weary head

A poultice pillow to draw out history's poison

A pillow of words to offer comfort 

And protection through the night

I want to write you a hardhat and toolbox

Solid words to deflect the pain of everyday life

And a mighty saw to cut through the prison bars of the past

I want to write you a candlelit bath

Tranquility and ritual

A clean safe place to be

I want to write you a holiday

Where, in the midst of the turmoil

There lies a middle ground

Where wildflowers gently sway

As the wind whispers a song 

Of the secrets of the universe

Where every moment is yours

-Gillian Cornwall, July 6, 1993.

The Olympic Range at Sunset

Gillian Cornwall, 2011.