Not able to sleep:
a pool party happening
across the ravine –
all the happy screaming
bubbly voices
rising, falling,
washing the tired
lines of the day
from my eyes.
Is there something to celebrate
on a dark night that
has lasted far too long?
I would give up all
remaining sleep to be giddy
with the adolescent fervor I hear
and to pass it to the wind
which can’t keep secrets
and make you listen too
as I am listening now
for an invitation
to join in,
to celebrate so many bodies
all plunging together
into vast new worlds
unafraid.
An older poem, first published in North Shore Magazine in 2007 (and written a decade earlier).
Lynne Burnett 
What a deftly wistful, sensual poem! I must admit, though, that in my version of proximity to such an event, I’d probably be listening for anything other than an invitation… 😂
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Oh that’s so funny, Stephanie – yes, I was probably more in love with the idea than an actual invitation lol! Thank you!
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Ah, the exuberance of youth. The fountain of youth… if only.
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Isn’t that the truth, Ken!
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Delightful read, a bit wistful for me (an introvert) but enticing … I have had a few occasions to swim at night and found it amazing – no worries about sunburn (I burn easily). Love the metaphor, too, of plunging together unafraid – the world needs more of that energy these days!
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Oh, Jazz, thank you! Yes, the world could do with more of that energy eh – unafraid – an antidote.
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wishes for a happy 4th
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Thank you, Michael – and to you and your family too!
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