Don’t tell me I am not straight enough
because I won’t wear a dress or watch romantic comedies
that has never been me.
And don’t tell me I am not gay enough
because I fell in love with a man
though I have known the love of a woman
that is none of your business.
who I am.
Walk with me for just one day
see the joy in my heart
as I tend to seedlings and offspring
feel the depth of my tears
as I reach out to comfort the scarred mountains
when brother trees are clear-cut from their faces
I draw a line in the earth proclaiming
I am not this woman you suppose
who will shrink from a confrontation
nor am I that man who browbeats his way
to position and status.
I am not the old person
who reminisces about the good old days
and how things were better then
when my muscles were tight and strong
and death seemed a million light years away.
These are the best days!
And do not mistake me for a christian
because I embrace the teachings of Jesus
I hear and see the magic of the Divine as passionately
in wood, rock, wave, and birdsong.
Gone are the pretenses
I have cast off all ill-fitting labels
A new-found freedom!
Today I delight in shaving the gray hairs from my face
Lathering up the brush with spicy suds
exhilarated by the scent and edginess of the blade
I immerse myself in the magic of herbs and hearth
creating tonics of well-being
a cup of tea and heart-felt conversation
always at the ready
Queer, you say?
And I would not wish to be any other way…