& more than lazing round
& More than carving out
A wedge or two of free time
From dull drudgery of housework
& montony of chopping scads of veggies
& Servings up scalding hot beverages
& Pottering in lava lined kitchen
& Stirring endless insipid lemonades..
& More than the triumphant savage peace
Of throwing out the confounded and confounding kids with the
Hubby,
To chase that doggone ball to darnation.
Much more than holding a cold canned soda
And devouring Carl Sagan and Gauss
Is this birthing joy
Of throwing together words
Patching up soul spots
Threading fancy loopholes
Of doubt and wonder
& Darning me some lines
Some Doppler poetry
Redshifting towards
New beginnings
Or to the utter lack of endings.
& Compressing my blues
In an up close and personal
With my amnesiac soul.
& Much more than anything else
I am happy to dream
Meshing past present and future
In my quantum slice of spacetime.
& Poetry but a legacy
Of primordial meanderings
Pleasurable reincarnation
Lazarus resurrection
A Nazarene's Rising
Whose birth is a special
Relative mystery.
(c) Amrita Valan 2017
Wee bit disappointed
Wanted to use more &. s.

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