justwrite 28 november

but when you hang up you are wondering where am I plundering that kind of luck from that kind of bubblegum so often gets stuck in my hair where did that fall from which sky did I call glum clouds out of and shock all the proud shrouds off of the dancers we are looking for magic and sometimes it finds us easily blinds us and we are eating the rinds off of a different kind of day we play to our own strengths thanks to a thousand seeds we’ve planted we listen enchanted by the sounds of crowns throwing down challenges gauntlets not duels to fool others by but the kind of fight that will open the high colors from the rainbow and throw steel rods out the door no more such strict tricks no more such storage space wasted replaced by batting and cotton down the hatches lasting more than we can catch timewise we are waiting for surprises and when they come we are plum thrilled checking the bill and paying it twice just to be nice in that restaurant today no way could those people pull themselves together no matter what weather they are likely to be those birds those words heard from their beaks those squeaks of awkward protestation against the carrying-on of civilization well what is there to do and what can we all brew up to stew such a soup to throw such a rope a buoy a whatever hooey sort of rescue to say hey it’s okay just come along this way and you can shake it all off you can cough out that look and wipe it right away let the story play out with a different adventure chosen frozen in time with or without rhyme because there is crime and there is something less there is the kind of stress that makes waves the kind we save ourselves from with raw kindness the wiping off of blindness and the terror of a night but we will fight beside you we will write the real truth and when you read it you will see your face again a mirror a strand of sand twisting down the hourglass crashing into the shore and waiting for more waves to save you the brave few who swim are not taken in by such promises but the delicious bit is that you can swallow all you need to and then stand back up again no matter the rest it is a test and you are passing it is not a test but you are crashing when you burn it is with the light of a thousand moons and the stars swoon at their own reflections tasting joy and relief