As of now, Michael Phelps is the most decorated Olympian of all time. Wow – that is so exciting! And, as much of a star as he is, he’s also been known to make mistake or two. I, too, have been know to make a mistake now and again. 🙂 And I’d like to apologize for at least one of them here. My apologies to Jane Yolen, Mary Oliver, Jack Gilbert, Gwendolyn Brooks, and Tony Hoagland. In my enthusiasm for your amazing work, I posted your poems without asking for your permission or for the permission of your estates. I hope you can forgive me. Please know that l’ll be removing your poems from my previous posts, and replacing them with links… And, starting right now, I’ll be posting only links or original poems, such as the one I posted yesterday by my friend Ken Carlson, and the one I am posting right now, by me!
The Call to Connect
There is a need I have
From waaaay down deep inside me
To waaaay down deep inside you.
You can take that to mean something
Sexual, and sometimes it does,
But mostly it doesn’t.
Mostly, it means
I have a need to see you, know you, feel you and
To be seen, known, felt by you.
And then there comes the time when I am done
Connecting with you.
This is when the call comes
To connect with me
Laura Overstreet Biering (Copyright 2008)