Moon floating
bubble carbonation in ocean soda
up up so high to
tickle the nose,
reflected in laughter
of a child’s first sip.
vanilla cream or root beer
as it slips down into the depths
ball of ice cream
in a float
creamy smooth and cool
soothing ripples
swallowed
with a lip lick and smile.
Fountain man pours
effervescence swirling
overflowing
up up ,
higher still
till lost from view
sticky sweet memory
all that is left behind.
I am born
in the sunshine cast on open fields,
I am the quiet calm of circumstance
grown wild and free among my sister the Earth,
brother the moon,
I am the peace of the moment,
the whisper of wind words that blow through
the conscious mind swimming in waves of a heartbeat
sounding from under water
floating amongst it all.
I am the essence of the karma I’ve become,
the good and the bad
yin and yang
two halves making a whole
and the mind in dream
sitting relaxed.
I am a piece of it all,
the fields of birdsong
the forest of shadow and light,
the waters blue lifting
the song of a child
singing in a lonely room
company kept by friends of plastic eyes
and colored fluff,
I am here waiting thinking out loud
hoping the answers come
true to my deepest belief,
a prayer to heal
the ravages of time and testament,
a wish for life.
