College of New Rochelle - Annales Yearbook (New Rochelle, NY)

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Suzanne Atkinson

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I am here I am now I am. Passing you noticed; I too noticed. Spring was yet unbegun, sguirming under the curve of the snow, hibernating, pulsating, sighing. Hard blackness cracked thin and ragged, an egg sharply tapped by a knife-slender sunshaft. Crystalline white shattered under the shaft while the toil of a stretch, the heaving of stiffened muscles began. Released from winter ' s shell, a new shoot relieves the pain. Hot twitching, throbbing anguish pressed by life ' s surging spirit swelled into spiraling, orange tiger-lilies welcoming patches of lily-of-the-val ley washing in the wind; poppy — pansy — iris — apple, lilacs — tulip — phlox and heather profusely strewn among the daffodils. Page 2

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Passing I noticed. My pepper pony, my Blueberry, is waiting for me, fussing at the bit. My restless pony, freedom of the green is drumming in your legs, urging you to gather quickly, evenly ... fly over a log and be off cantering down the slope without a break in stride. You ' re hoping I won ' t rein you in. Surprise, I too am wild, Blueberry. The brook runs before us. Past your belly flows the stream as you fight to keep a gallop now, then steady to a settled walk midway to the other side. Just across stands the orchard where you have more apples in an hourthan you could eat all fall. In stubborn content- ment your head drops to graze on fallen crab-apples. I slip the reins. We two are friends. You and I noticed. Passing we knew. Sunshine slipped from leaves, gently dropping on the rising riverbank. There sleeping, breathing softly, gently, lay a girl with vibrant violets twisted in her braid. Unconcerned she slept as one knowing a love lived in wakeful now. Each sun-drop drenched her dream, each was part in the stream of the dream of one. Freedom given, she slept. Freely freed, love watched. Sleeping freely in the sun, walls were broken wholly down. Bound in freedom they are one. She dreams the queen of hearts, she made some tarts all on a summer s day with blue-bells, cockleshells mixed in a row of clear silver bells. The owl and the pussycat went to sea in a beautiful pea-green boat, rub-a-dub-dub three men in a tub, and all the king ' s men and all the king ' s horses five six pick up sticks, don t be late but be on time — there ' s a porpoise close behind me and he ' s treading on my tail. Our teddy bear is short and fat . . . when I was one I was just begun. Now I lay me down to sleep, Mary, Mary ne ' er contrary, how does your love grow, grow, grow? Page 4