what if we were to ditch the whole kit
and kaboodle and simply
attach the wires in such a way
that their crazy filaments
sent sparks dancing into the firmament
we could whirl to the sputtering syncopation
and find for ourselves a fiery rhythm
it would be nothing to gyrate,
fickle as clouds, breathless and flushed
spinning mad like mindless dervishes
all elbows, hips, and feet
crowding the air with our movement
and, in walking the long way back to the house
we’d pronounce ourselves ship-shape
more than we ever thought we’d be
on this particular, lazy afternoon
1 comments:
Beth, these are wonderful posts! Thanks for sharing your thoughts and pictures. This exquisite tree root system reminds me of the roots at the Outer Banks. What an amazing network!
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