the outing

out of all things mainstream
no rules apply
out of the rat race
kissing the sky

on the edge of everything
with a smile and a dance
the never ending menagerie
parading, masquerading
forgive me for choosing this time
to reveal these glimpses of my imagination
i couldn't resist
the temptation
to dream

i remember my grandma's breasts

big, floppy

held in close by vast swatches of bleached elastic

and i remember her belly

round, 

constantly in motion

from rest to playful laughter

to pensiveness 

as she decided what to take out of the cold room next

i remember her watchful eyes

as she placed her arms in her lap

in between her breasts and her belly

a safe, quiet place

to nurture the goddess within

if i was an activist
or a mother
ass seated firmly upon comfy couch
one leg over the other in yoga stretch
to release tense muscles
mind winding to mind ahead
counter stretch
unnecessary sneezes and squeezes
and a pliant sighs
i might fall back in the wildflowers
to patiently wait for the banquet

i get up with the birds
their incessant rant 
about truth
drives me to wake
if you listen to them carefully
you will hear thunder and peace

dear puppy
who sleeps with her little nose
buried under a pillow
curled up in a tight little ball
dear dog
who wags her bum in my face
every time i
come through the door
dear ella
who thinks she rules the universe
who snorts and begs and then snorts again
and smells like the river where she runs
dear ella
my conscience and my heart
keep humanity safe today

horizon
looming, bold
catching reflections
of moments past
reaching towards
invisible stars and
constellations of ancient memories
comfortably seated at the table
of life
constant, regardless
irreverent beauty
discourse of the unknown
she awakens