04/08/18

“swing baby swing…”
arms flung straight
aside
chin craned skyward,
genuflect in raucous air,
oh how we are best-loved
when flying
“as i start to sing…”
or rather spread
our aliveness out
like fingers of breath,
become a chatterchorus
of cacaphonic sound,
“your favorite song”
let’s fill up all open spaces today,
rush into the cracks
of our own sadness
we are honey beings
baby, “let’s go dancing
(aye)…”

3 thoughts on “04/08/18

  1. Love this piece! Great lines –
    become a chatterchorus
    of cacaphonic sound,
    “your favorite song”
    Your poem made me think of this quote: “Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.” – Maya Angelou

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