Poem: Uppity

 

Uppity

 

kind the purple sky.

i want to fall up into its aerial cushions,

intoxicate the call of my heart

with ethereal grapes.

 

i want to be a frond

on a slender cloud,

undulating to hover so gently,

till peace holds sway,

 

able to ponder the wink of woke stars,

sip of their mysterious hopscotch,

as they ornament, one by one,

the incipient night.

 

if only i could cease to worry

with the magnificent noblesse

of the silvering moon,

in spite of its wounds,

 

and if only i could walk

the liquid cobblestones it casts

across a pandemonium

of ocean chasms.

 

wouldn’t it be marvelous, if i did,

in the most holy yet god-free

sense of the word--

 

to walk over

 

that great yawn of colossal fears,

and awaken healed, unencumbered,

within a nest of dawn.

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11/29/23 ... fixed a typo ...

11/ 16 (later) ... "woke" replaces "igniting"

11/16   "fears" replaces "voids"  "ornament" replaces "dapple"  "purple sky" replaces "sky's purple."