Flamingos

A love story from the great before

Note from the poet:

Normally I wouldn't have the courage to post this poem. It's called "Flamingos." I wrote it a few years back and have kept it mostly unseen due to my inherent fear of what my old Sunday School teachers would think.  

However, last year I was messaged by the loveliest person I may have ever met.  This individual shared with me a love story so profoundly moving that I was overwhelmed to the core of my being. Their tale is a love story that was written by angels before the first beat of time. 


This poem is dedicated to P & M.   Love is a cosmic miracle.

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today would be a good day
for the two of us to take turns telling 
each other what we remember about the place 
we were before we were born

~ I'll go first

for me, I just have a few strands of images 
left for me to cling to of what I can recall 

in the great before,

I remember rows and rows
of thick Juniper Trees
and the stone fountain
in front of them that
poured out the clearest 
water I've ever see that
had little these little
radiant jelly fish swimming
around inside of it

or were they just stars?

I'm not sure - I can't quite remember

I can recall being told by a voice 
not to drink from the fountain
because doing so would send 
me to Earth before I was ready

so, I didn't
~ I wasn't ready
not by a long shot

I rather enjoyed 
this cosmic womb
I was resting in 

I remember the smell
of nutmeg

it was everywhere

maybe that's why I love Christmas
so much now?

and I remember you
oh, how I remember you 

standing there in a white sun dress 
or were you floating?

I'm not sure - I can't quite remember that part 

I recall the gold of your hair
blending in with the tawny sky

yes, I saw you in the before
~ long before you saw me

you were too busy laughing at a couple 
dozen flamingos who were parading around you 

or were they angels?

I'm not sure - I can't quite remember that part