The sky’s awning is made
to roll up and tie back
and the wind is adjustable to have my back.
I call upon the breeze that folds round the soft edge of me.
My dance moves pour like liquid
to the deejay spinning my day.
I walk in the torment of rain as if I were made to be watered.
I lay my blanket atop a compost heap and nap.
The power and the glory of the grass,
the majesty of ants.
The dial’s in my hands,
and a free-will train ticket’s been punched upon my soul
for a ride through the firmament –
with just a whisper leaking through,
the world spreads out its carpet longing for your feet.
Now to reconcile all of this while I’m still in my pajamas,
a tea cup in my hand,
drinking deep all the mundane.
The gods are tackling the laundry
and
levitating in the tub.
Life as Improv 
All our questions; what a sorry state we each of us are Marga, fumbling like imbeciles with vast encyclopaedias full of alien hieroglyphics anticipating answers to what are in any case our wrongly-put questions. Lovely work, and I hope it isn’t so long before we hear from you once again – it’s been a while or so it seems. H ❤
Hello Contented! Long time! I twisted questions into statements, just for fun. Not much difference, as I most certainly am still teetering under the weight of this alien book. I’m gonna stick around for the banana peel part though; a laugh makes muttering worth the effort! 🙂
This is delicious, M. Your words here sparkle and dazzle– make me want to peel the top of my head off, pull out the extension cord, and plug it into your sky to recharge world worn batteries. The way you listen to the invisible whispers is contagious. Your images inspire. I’m strolling through the trees, watching the trail appear before me, holding hands with ghostly tour guides.
Michael
There are whole chunks of time that come in that are so flowy they are hard to capture. I gave it a go, but still couldn’t get the deejay’s play list quite right, the way one song blends into the next, each one at once talking the words exactly so and whomping on the heart, opening it like the sky, too. I’m pretty sure it is streaming through your plug, so no words needed, eh? The cicadas wanted me to tell you – chip chip chip chip chip chip. They said you would understand. 🙂
❤ yea!
❤
enjoyed this exploration
of what possibly
lies beyond 🙂
more grass carpet, maybe…
hope your feet are enjoying some nice earth!
As I read I am reminded of the truth – ‘the world spreads out its carpet longing for your feet’. How lovely. A benediction. All life is a benediction, even the mundane. Thank you for the reminder in such a lyrical way touching my heart.
Alison xox
I am missing your adventures – will visit to see what is unfolding – to see what benedictions you and D are having! xo! m
You’ve made me “mmmmmmmmmm” and smile and say “Oh Marga I love you!”
Oh, there you are Kelly Kuhn! Sending you big smiles and LOVE back to you!
BOOM! Delightful.
Really made my day to find you out there again, Dr. Mike. I saw Maren in June and, as usual, we wondered out loud about Mike in the desert. And now to find out a kindred soul has joined you in your walk – sheer delight, I tell you. 🙂
Many thanks my friend! Both of you were never forgotten, the quality of both your spirits and kindness ‘stick to ones ribs’.
Kkkkk gostei muito
Gracias, Kaura!