I Sing a Sweet and Simple Song

~ my life, as i see it ~

“Sun Sets Over a Poppy Field” acrylic on copper-leafed canvas, Author

Bow to me

said the sky,

every day,

and I bowed

without knowing why.

But I was thankful

for its indigo blanket.

You are mine to keep,

said the earth

and I readily agreed

for who can argue

with the miracle of a sprouted seed.

Trees with branches

like thighs of a woman,

trees with trunks like

torsos of gods,

shimmered as they have done forever

and waited patiently for me

with a promise of renewal.

Dance, said the wind,

why wait for a man’s embrace.

And I danced,

I let it play me like a polished mandolin.

Drink me,

said sweet monsoon mud

and I drank its dusky fragrance

till I could drink no more,

as around me jasmines