I am pleased to present, to satiate your thirst for poetic gratification, a poem by our very own Diana of THE WANDERING ARMADILLO, chosen by herself, here in both written and spoken form.
Thank you very much Diana,
are you acquainted with tales of tenderness?
voluble versions of vulnerability
from the pen of one
once a child
who would stoop for the lowly earth worm
on a perilous concrete passage
returning him to lush, moist loam
ending such an errant, wayward roam
what would you do with him?
alter the cadence of your stride?
and what of me?
for I am in your path
and the day is warm
offer me your shadow,
there a soothing darkness
threaten me with careless boot?
I’ve crossed such paths before
lulled in poikiloform torpor
no, gather me,
my annuli traverse your heart line,
your palm sensing shuffling setae,
tender me to your love…
in tepid torpor, on soporific soil
tangling in such terrestrial toil.