Archive 09/07/10

 

   

Sunday Spontaneity

                                                                  

 

"Spontaneity" is the keyword to this Sunday's unfolding vocabulary,

The capstone supporting the weight of our expanding universe

Just far enough above our psyches

To have us believe that reality is a Cimabue or Tiepolo halo

Protecting us, in an eternal circle of breathless love.

 

Indeed, spirituality is adrift in this brisk air,

And we are morning, in search of something to do

That might lift us to new heights,

Transport us to an orbit in which we might soar indefinitely,

Spinning around each other, in the gentlest cosmic warmth.

 

After a lunch of greens, chicken, berries, and nuts,

We arrive at an idea that's finding us, for the first time:

Reveling in a long walk through Forest Park,

The 1904 World's Fair's spacious legacy to our city.

Within minutes, we're sitting on a hill announcing the Grand Basin.

 

September is alive with the exhilarations of peaceful people

Seeking nothing but nature's freely dispensed harmonies,

Being energized by the scintillations of children and a brilliant sun,

Making time to realize time is on their side,

Willing to provide them with every justification to be just themselves.

 

We watch a young father delighting his three-year-old daughter

By guiding his brightly decorated Chinese kite

In and out of figure eights, intricately shaped spirals and dives,

Keeping her glistening eyes gazing so deeply into space,

The only thing she can do is gleefully scream, "Daddy! Daddy! See!"

 

Curious, fascinated, rapt, we follow her focus, seize her day,

Until, giddy with capriciousness,

We embrace, caress each other's arms, legs, faces, kiss obliviously,

As though were we to let go, we'd come untied, like a kite,

Fly away from each other or fall to earth, lifetimes apart.

 

For the next uncomplicated hour, we follow our intuitions,

Threading the labyrinthine waterways, on paths we randomly choose,

Incapable of taking a wrong turn,

Until we're back at our car, so far from where we started,

For having lost ourselves, all afternoon, to consummate spontaneity.

 

 

                               

 

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