Under a Ladybug Moon

Doors have always been a part of this.

Wet hands pulled me through the first.

Born a child of Earth

Into a world of shadow.

Resting as a gift on the belly of my mother.

Lying there without friends, alone

Cradled in her loving hands,

Folding like a screen of leaves

Lest a cunning breeze

Steal her precious Jade,

Pluck her sweet plum.

As another doorway looms,

The twilight of my life arrives

Truths revealed that are mine

A husband, dad, granddad, artist, poet

All of this,

While floating in the hammock of time

Under a ladybug moon.