a caravan
of seemingly diverse chatter
but spellbinding
to our sanity
with wondrous reverie
of lovers faithful
to Truth
of ideas embracing
wherefore of Life
we’ll see
or not
with ease or burden
matters not
so long as one voice
harmonizes our sails
so be our time fulfill’d
whose needs
be overtaken
by its own overBirth
his yawn
churning froth
across charging swells
a dare
against th’ impudence
of uncaring loneliness
a smile
in defeat or victory
a rematch
certainly more
even beyond Mr. Sun’s
undressing gray for blue
let cast
an eye
an ear
and savor
their spiritual touch
their wonder
and know why we are
my hide
though bronz’d
by the seasons
manicur’d
be crawlers and flyers
and autographers
still holds fast on firm feet
generations
of admirers
of passing glances
have I outliv’d
and might someday
my leaves never reawaken
your memories
your snapshots
be bless’d
for making me immortal
sensing
no one
nothing
nowhere but here
now this is dancing
