Whispering through this green menagerie
the wind calls to me, cavorting with
my mind and playfully gesturing
for me to follow
its Bacchanalian lead
Festive and all at once slowly
somber
this drunken gaiety leaves me in a
peaceful wrestling between lazy body
and racing thoughts when
Lying here in the gray twilight, I see
the fireflies alight in your eyes and
wonder lazily why you look at me
gazing with seeming interest into the
very depths of this pool of pure soul
Into this reflection I question my
being and with a start fracture this
reverie with the remembrance of duty
My mind cries Mutiny
To the obedience of my body as I will
it to abdicate its passivity and return
to mindless, mechanical Doing
Yet remembering reposing on a park
bench and sighing for another
demi-escapade in the glowing
beckoning survey of evening