i think I heard
a little jazz chord
as my feet tickled
the ivory snow
even my scarf
was dancing
with its tassels
bouncing up and down
anticipating the next chord
disguised as a snowflake
and my musical mittens
were glad to be there, too
they collected chords
on the tips
until they were no longer mittens
but instead they were snow
and my singing shoes
were humming
a little jazz number
Ella Fitzgerald
couldn’t compare
to my shoes singing sweetly
as they tickled
the ivory snow
often times i think
of myself as analogous to
nature
as much a part of the earth and
sky
as a slab of soil or a
butterfly
and today
it was an eclipse
not like the half moon
that usually appears on my face
there was no sign of waxing
or waning
there was nothing to see
but i found you in your room
playing your guitar
made of nicely polished
wood
and you sang me a song
in your southern voice
as sweet as sugarcane
and strawberries from the soil
your sound was welcoming
and you looked at me
like i should open my lips
and sing
but it's hard to sing
when there's no
moonlight
i tried anyway
a small sound slipped
past my lips
and then transformed
from the humble hum of a
bumblebee
to the crash of water
on top of rocks
or a hard rain on the pavement
and i shook
and was frightened
by the sudden transformation
when i saw your eyes
were the same lucid color as the water
falling from my face
to the floor
and i was comforted even more
by the stars in your eyes
that i used to recognize
in my own
so i was thinking lately
about my connection
to nature
about the waterfalls
and moons
and stars
that create the world around me
