I want a baby
A baby of a kiss
The type that wakes you up to life’s
Tough and perfect bliss
I want a kiss
A kiss of a baby
Whose clear, bright eyes and honest cries
Shout: I’m alive -not maybe!
Mermaid: Confidential
On red-sky nights
She Steals
from the strong-willed.
Sucking
the beautiful
under, along with her.
On red-sky morns’
She Hopes.
But doesn’t discriminate
between beauty that is
with or without
gills.
At midnight
She Reflects
on the position of the Moon.
And may delight or give warn:
“You want to swim?”
“Are you certain?”
The How
A million flowers along this path.
Look at them all and know,
I, dew, do choose you.
I have such purpose.
And It Is as I’ve said.
Now let me tell you of my journey to you….
Our Earth
As we consider the Day
This in earnest we say
We wish to go out from the fray
For we know You Are Home
But would it be okay
if we dance for more days
and more with creatures play
and, too, take the long way home?
Art Credit: Artists unnamed; Schlitz Audubon Nature Center youth campers; Milwaukee, WI
Trees
When you dream of them
Let you lean on them
Put your arm ’round them
Only smile at you
Walk in step with you
Free what clings at you
Call out they call too
Them and you
He knew
What They Want
Grab your yellow crayon kid
I’ll fetch all my might
Lets make sounds
So new to creation
It cocks its head
Sets a spell
Offers its applause
And joins in harmony
The Epic
A candle to see.
A feather to write it all.
And hot wax to seal.
Sea Legs
You handled that well
The news of the coming storm
Or did you cry out?
My R.S.V.P.
Dear One and All:
I have received Your request for my Presence.
I am honored and I Do accept.
What generosity that you included with your Invitation the holy-grail-of-a-pre-party-gift: “The Calyx Code,” of sorts.
I scrolled through its leafy pages with trepidation and studied its precepts:
*Oh joy to learn I am already Home and become home-less only when I fail to live in the moment.
*And of True Love -I must not seek it outside my own heart? The absurdity of a lifetime spent believing I’d find it in another’s frame!
*Each sunrise is the best and only kiss I crave, each sunset proof I danced that day.
*My hips are anchored to my breath, you say? Amen – They are One.
*Evidently, These Hands are Hope and Love -like a 2nd edition of The Creation of Adam. I am all too eager to graffiti them up with a Million and one instances of Sacrifice, Swimming in the wake of HiStory’s great teacher-leaders.
*I see here that my voice speaks with Lightning -thunder is incidental. I had not known that. Good One.
*That Rain that had my feet fear-soaked for so long? I’m advised to receive it and let it Quench my Thirst. I Hope to learn whether this will better equip me to pour myself out onto others. Feeling fear face-to-face: fun!
I realize that You won’t be moved, Dear host, but your invitation has moved me.
Love,
Lisa
Art Credit: from 2011 “Summer of CHINA” exhibition, Milwaukee Art Museum, Milwaukee, WI
Drones
How many are there
that keep The Hive functioning?
Only all I need.
