[ Birthday 2020 ] Light Day

    
It feels like forever  
since the last occasion  
I gifted you a poem  
  
---wasn't so long ago  
   
or a special day at all  
I recall  
   
but simply a pond'ering  
I felt froggy about --- leaping  
legal pads in pretend leather  
   
binding together my usual  
croaked absurdities ( hardly    
ribeting reading material )  
   
during what seemed    
an insufferable summer  
due to climate changing  
   
a global virus rearranging  
our notions of normality    
   
murderous hornets amok  
swarming outside lockdown's    
banality    
   
and then there was the whole  
 "Swamp" thing having yet to be  
drained as promised by the most  
reptilian of politicians ...  
   
Yet, here you are still stepping  
lively on this sixty-first lily  
---a wet and wild, miled stone    
of no particular importance;  
as if the inital five dozen    
ever truly posed any  
   
because you know    
as I have likewise learned  
from the get-go  
   
age is a silty channel of mind  
one slowly syncs into over time  
as if a drunkard in a booth;  
a sedimentary lifestyle    
   
though it only takes a tad pull  
to free one from the muck  
   
Never born on the bayou  
we are only passing through  
in search of rainbow connections    
   
As luck would have it any other way  
I finally found mine a few years back  
   
despite the Post Office's insistance    
it was delivered November 5, 1959  
   
I must have overlooked it    
because of being colored blind  
   
while to this very day  
you remain a dazzling  
prismatic ray of  
Light