Lady with a Wagon

Lady with a wagon
Doting on oneself
Her dazzling fabrics dancing through the faris wheel of her reclaimed birthrights
Essence mixtures and blessings over what covers her
Honor and gratitude toward the ritual wheel of fortune
The wheels of justice turns for her
So she cannot fathom a busy life
Little tings make up her days
Sun light floods everything she does
Floating on thunder thighs to and from her nest
Pleasures dipped in nostalgia is her only meal
Wagon lady
Catch her strolling neighborly streets
Belly full and dirty raw feet

Stillness

Around you I tread gently

I treat you with kid gloves

I rock you to sleep

Thinking little nothings

Riding the wave

I try to behave

My heart is your slave

She prefers it that way

There’s an unspoken rule here

As we tangle and toss my dear

I won’t speak if you don’t

You have my word

Newness

What news!

The arrival

And the departure

Both equal in value and pleasure

To the adventurous wondering soul

January 15, 2023

I love deep feelings. Feelings that stops you in your tracks. Experiencing feelings with self awareness is even more enticing. I can do this dance and really put my foot in it. Really break a sweat. With the wisdoms of the future as a tether. Although the idea of becoming the crazy lady who wears mumus, cheetah print thongs, reads tea and palms and can tell when you’re lying but makes a game of playing along, is mad enticing.