The Season’s Change: faster—and upwards! [3-30-13]

Inspired by Walt Whitman and Leaves of Grass 

I sit cross-legged where slick blades of grass engulf my ankles.

The grass is replenished one last time before the frost.

I look to the moon, observing her qualities.

I still look at her and see a girl dancing, scarf waving in her craters.

That was years ago…my complexion is still white like her stars and

My skin’s still big but I’m finding my way growing into it.

Nowadays, my old counterparts sit on leather couches pretending they’re adults but

I’m still moving with the moon.

I wanted to let the grass grow around my bare legs.

It camouflaging me from things I didn’t yet, want to let saturate.

And why a dangling patient spider, connected by one silent strand glimmering in the sunlight

Left me feeling like Walt Whitman.

You see as much as the grass grew I was moving

Faster–and upwards!

Faster–and upwards!

I spun and spun the sky blurred and clouds created white lines

As I fell to the ground in the blanket I had woven.

Its quilted shapes reflected the sun in color, speaking to her as she set.

I was moving with the light, faster– and upwards!

She, shone in the sky speaking words of mountains and melodies

That sent me climbing over footholds I couldn’t comprehend.

And as much as the moon passed by day

I was moving faster–and upwards!

And the backsides of leaves showed themselves in the breeze I created.