Because I could not stop for Fat– She kindly stopped for me – The body held but just Ourselves – And a meal fried up for three.
We slowly shuffled– She knew no haste And I had put away My brownies and my ice cream too, For Her gluttony–
We passed the Mickey D’s, where Children strove At the playland– on the slide – We passed the rows of fast food chains – We passed the Blooming Onion –
Or rather – it bloomed for Us– The grease pooled quivering and gelatinous– For only floral, my MuMu– My Tippet – an edible lei–
We paused before a Waffle House that seemed A Swelling of the Gut– The chicks and filets were scarcely visible – The doughnuts– in the round –
Since then – ’tis Calories– and yet Feel fewer than the Day I first surmised the ambling feet Were pointed toward obesity–
bring me magic Tell me where is the opposite side of the earth?
I send out tentative vibration from my isolation, hello? Knocked flat, vaccuumed breath, fish pucker.
Buffeted by billions of reverberations, I’m seasick, panicked. At a touch, Here is the entire world’s energy.
Right here, literally, it’s hay and pines, red-winged blackbirds and sky. The flutter of wings moving whisper air and I hear the roots pushing and wrapping around me.
Dizzying energy, I grasp and pull. These pulses, my pulses, braiding in fistfulls tight twist, outside over center.
And then I know.
They’ve always been here. I’ve always been a part of them. Each choice joining my idea of right, Positive parting around Great human rocks, Unhindered by the negative thrust.
A rainbow river of likeness Formed in invisible, global, powerful, powerless. It simply is.
I feel my reverberations, The shimmy of my whole self, Join in the braided twists.
For just that flash among billions, I belong. I am magic.
My first moon hovered beyond wisps of White blond hair and a windowsill Where I dangled studying the horizon, Waiting for Santa’s sleigh to be backlit.
Awestruck tonight that this moon, Buoyant over this retirement dream, Highlighting this new and forever home, Nearly five decades later, is the same moon.
I remember the silvery disc over the Air Force Academy Terrazzo And a Hawaiian Beach and also Lighting morning runs by a South Korean river.
My lover and I howled at this moon On a Mediterranean beach in Turkey. We first fell for each other under the very same In the warm waters off Cyprus.
Even on those stormy nights of Love lost, friends lost, Erupting emotional change, This moon waited behind the clouds.
One day I’ll reach out Pluck it from its place Feast from its pungent pores And then put it back on my flight