I don’t want
to feel
inconvenienced
and yet
the emotion
blazes
across my senses
anyway
without permission
because
all I really want
is to be home
instead of doing
whatever
needs done
I see jellyfish
floating in air
and pause
in wonder
at the artistry
above
dangling
with handwoven
basketry
and blow glass
orbs
trailing light
from inner shadows
Pokadot toes
in pink and black
like little
sensitive beans
ticklish
and delicate
and even
more sensitive
than soft bellies
put on display
but never
to be touched
my ass
is far too bony
for quiet moments
sitting on
uncomfortable rocks
but the
gentle breeze
seduces me
to linger
for just a bit longer
watching
the clouds dance
and sparrows fly
“don’t eat
the yellow flowers”
my mother
once said
as we weeded
the garden
but I think
she was
talking about
scotch broom
and tansy
not dandelions
and mustard flowers