today is spring

a master puppeteer and his marionette

he danced me about the stage 

            I, wooden bodied and jointed

gracefully matching his skill

            to dive me effortlessly to and fro

rhythmically upon the ethers in fine costume of old

            brocaded skirts full with golden trim and tightly waisted

I smiled permanently under the spell of the strings

            that moved me

and the spring scent held upon my lips

from dawn till dusk

            until he gave me rest

today I breathed in spring

briny ocean droplets

fresh cut grasses

            harkening ancestral toil with teams and ploughs from dawn till dusk

wild blossoms tenderly sweet

            young love’s lips on clear complected faces

this wafting tea, light complex, pleasuring my senses

            lifting the corners of my lips

Kat

25 April 2018