Sunday, July 29, 2012

HAPPILY STUCK



What some may consider a bag caught in the tree

Instead, I see a magical dance

A bag swaying perfectly to the Krishna Das chant playing

Soothing my tattered psyche today

Peaceful form through the movement of a torn white plastic bag

I am no longer standing in my kitchen

I am the music, the chant, the movement and that happily stuck bag

Fifty feet high off the ground

Caught in the embrace of a branch of my neighbor's hundred year oak

Ready to be relocated/released at any moment

Okay to be stuck

Okay to fly away

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