WHEN IT'S ALL OVER.(Poem)

 
   I'm going to throw open my windows and yell: "halleluiah", 
   dial up friends in the middle of the night to give them 
   the glad tidings, e-mail New South Wales and Pacific 
   Palisades, 
   glorify the kitchen by making sixteen summer puddings, 
   watch blackberry purple soak slowly into 
   the bread and triumph over the curved glass of the bowls. 
 
   When it's all over HI feed my cracked skin 
   with lavender and aloe vera, lower my exhausted body into 
   a foamy softness of cream, a sweetness of honey and let it 
   wallow, 
   reward it with a medal, beautify it with garlands of thornless 
   roses, 
   wrap it in sleep. Then from tents ...