A Birthday Poem

This October

I have a birthday to celebrate

I don’t often celebrate my birthday

So, this change is a bit ludicrous

 

The point is

I’m not going to celebrate it in the usual way

This time

I’m going to celebrate my birthday for an entire week

Three days before the actual day 

And, three days after the actual day

 

I will not be throwing a party

Or doing something extravagant

It’ll be something simple as usual

Every day

I will be something that makes me feel exceptional and significant

Something as odd as blowing out a candle

Or popping a balloon

 

So, every day for one week

I want to walk around feeling gratification and contentment

Almost how—I think--a peacock feels about its colors

 

It would be wonderful to celebrate my birthday for an entire month or an entire year

But that would be too much

And who would want to be a peacock for an entire year? 

That would be weird.