CELEBRATION OF LIFE
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
—Words of Poet Mary Oliver, who departed on the same day as Fran
THERE BE SERPENTS
You don't have to be forever proving yourself
to make amends for the original sin,
the sin you don't remember
but know—from responses to your waywardness--
is in your genes, is the sin
inherited from far back in the beginning,
from that first fatal disobedience.
You don't have to overcome
your natural wanting to know everything
even all the good and evil in yourself.
You don't have to keep your mind blank
as the new slate as the new slate you brought into the world.
You don't have to stand at the window and stare
from afar at the daunting forest shrouded in darkness.
You can pick up the chalk
you've been given and begin to write.
Go into that forest where frightening things are buried
and find the forbidden tree.
Pick up your chalk now.
See how white it is. It will bring light to the forest
where undiscovered roots and worms wait.
Even as you shudder,
believe that writing your life can change it.
—Frances Hunter (from Sesame, Chimera Press, 2006)
I want to do everything to great excess so I can go out as a legend: She ignored all protocol. When I grow old I want to be free and fetterless. Let them all shrug and then say, "Oh, she's harmless."