maybe the fact I can't put
a new piece of literature down,
a beautiful work of poetry,
crafted by the incredible Nikita
Gill has enraptured myself,
enthralled within mythology;
be it by fate, destiny or
"plain coincidence..."

since earlier this week,
I saw, a whisper of the goddesses,
that arcane call, of sisterhood.
so much so, that I felt
completely compelled to compose
current thoughts immediately,
it reads as follows :


after a morning,
full of sunshine,
as I pull into the drive,
place car in the park.
i look upward

into what is most likely
a heavenless sky, above,
& the direction of the Sun.

like a child sees;

dragons and castles
and knights and royalty or
other versions of
their wildest dreams
and imagination,

as they lay on the earth

-in lush meadow, souls, roots,
hearts, all beating together;
as one -
or a freshly mowed back yard
allergens floating heavily in the sunlight-

I too,
see a picture in the clouds.

not so...