this new day and those to follow
my body smells of all manner of wild things
the grace of the season has blessed me
as the moon fills nightly,
so fills my head with thoughts of returning
my city, showing the first signs of wear
away, i wish on waiting dandelions
scattering fluffy thoughts of turning a new leaf
i wish into the wind
on the shores of my island
and in the hills of my upstate sanctuary
and in the cut grass lawn, between the wild places where i was a child
and in those manicured meridians, my grandmother's border gardens
seeds of silent smiling wishes
my blessings are too abundant to grasp
in the recent days i've cast my loving glance so many ways
on my elders as they pour over their own unfolding generational bliss
my bloodlines weave lace-like and our different noses compliment our different rosy cheeks
awash in the linen of family, dancing over these delightful waves
toasting to marriage, to a new young one in the tribe,
to new journeys my kin partake in presently
another baby on the way
endeavors being lightly, lovingly, begun
so many eyes with which to see the world
so many phases and flavors and wild ways to be
the fire in me is a roaring one, the center to songs in the night
my stars connect limitlessly, a flurry of constellations and their stories
my currency an ocean, an anthem my song
i've lost my shoes and been dressed in hand-me-down skins
i'll come dancing back in to my chosen home
tomorrow
i'll come dancing back in with these stars on my shoulders
hard to see from my room in the city, but newly illuminated
the wind stirs my prayers
by the time i return, the seeds i've scattered will have begun their secret lives
those wishes, all over this trampled land
beginning to root, to manifest
becoming
and i'll be dancing back in to my established life
singing praise for all the fine things there
and with newly washed eyes for the new findings there
all the love bouncing
directing my course and
carrying out its own song and
may the dandelions all grow strong
the grace of the season has blessed me
as the moon fills nightly,
so fills my head with thoughts of returning
my city, showing the first signs of wear
away, i wish on waiting dandelions
scattering fluffy thoughts of turning a new leaf
i wish into the wind
on the shores of my island
and in the hills of my upstate sanctuary
and in the cut grass lawn, between the wild places where i was a child
and in those manicured meridians, my grandmother's border gardens
seeds of silent smiling wishes
my blessings are too abundant to grasp
in the recent days i've cast my loving glance so many ways
on my elders as they pour over their own unfolding generational bliss
my bloodlines weave lace-like and our different noses compliment our different rosy cheeks
awash in the linen of family, dancing over these delightful waves
toasting to marriage, to a new young one in the tribe,
to new journeys my kin partake in presently
another baby on the way
endeavors being lightly, lovingly, begun
so many eyes with which to see the world
so many phases and flavors and wild ways to be
the fire in me is a roaring one, the center to songs in the night
my stars connect limitlessly, a flurry of constellations and their stories
my currency an ocean, an anthem my song
i've lost my shoes and been dressed in hand-me-down skins
i'll come dancing back in to my chosen home
tomorrow
i'll come dancing back in with these stars on my shoulders
hard to see from my room in the city, but newly illuminated
the wind stirs my prayers
by the time i return, the seeds i've scattered will have begun their secret lives
those wishes, all over this trampled land
beginning to root, to manifest
becoming
and i'll be dancing back in to my established life
singing praise for all the fine things there
and with newly washed eyes for the new findings there
all the love bouncing
directing my course and
carrying out its own song and
may the dandelions all grow strong