The Park
grass swingy poetry
The Park
Green, sharp, soft to touch, what’s that cheeping on the edges
Shades of brown, blowing, short, chase, waggling.
Tails gleefully slapped with a winner, rolling sleeves
With swinging, playing around, arrive again, cheeky Korean
One leg, the one-legged dog looks to be shady
Shady Tree, what mystery tales of sorcery do you hold?
What have you seen? What do you foresee, for sharp this speak wide open space
As we run around..
Flying saucer
Dog miniature
Miniature trees that grow bigger they grow bigger
They go OUT, out, loud, long, sharp.. will they be welcoming, Welcoming me in
All the shades of green, take me, hold the space within my heart
That we know where the boundaries are.
Felt safe out here, in the clear clearance,
Once we carved the spaces,
We bathed them with fire, for ritual, for hunting…
We still gather, we still play.
We still perform, yet it's another day.
It's another time, time of the green, green and clean manicured lawns.
Yet we're still Wild Wild at Heart
What are these really wheely things that spin around and we follow the paths, where are they? Are they going? Flat. I see a goal. I see a ball.
I see you're a tall man, short man. A mini boy, meanie man, dogs, what the heck?
Why are they so cute to us? Why do we love them so much?
What do we learn from them? What do they bring?
Always so many of them.
The park, does anyone come with a Border Collie golden back lolly?
First the yarn, shuffling behind, watching with utter love and joy, having the best time
Where do we go from here? Do we just like the dark seeking, always for the next Joy,
Seeking to play, seeking to connect
The little ones, the big ones here, hello!
Where will we be without the next big smile?