A Poem by Mardi Wareham

Almost  3 years ago I met a spunky gal named Mardi Wareham at a songwriting seminar and 5 weeks later she, two fun-loving guys and I thrilled the Universe with our debut show as “The Funsters.”

Here’s a photo taken by Stevie’s wife, Anna, at our first rehearsal.

Steveee             Mardeee             Janneee                  Traceee

Here’s a photo of me with said poetic maven about six months ago.

And now… Mardi’s poem.  What do you think of it?

 

After a 7 a.m. Swim at Stacey Pool

By Mardi Wareham

 

Stopped at a red light at Woodland and I35

No car behind or beside me,

I notice this morning is cool, golden, guileless

I am dizzy with sunshine caressing the long brown grasses

I want to know all its secrets

I want to know the wisdom of the trees

Solid, strong, timeless

Instead of the tumultuous, cascading waterfall of human emotions and thoughts

I must go into the woods now.