May Geese
“Sick in May
I’m not alone, but still and no one near
Feel hard cushion where my heart rests
Because I couldn’t guess your start.
Crazy, wasted, is how I am in times like these
Must be, to think the rainbow waves
And dream the smoke billows
That crowd around watercolor scenes
Ivory shows through strawberry skin
Delectable and sweet on the tongue.
Walked in the black-brown square
Stares from ghosts twenty years haunting
Clinging like lichen on the footsteps of
Redwood trees for just one taste –
Just one taste – just one touch – just one touch
Surviving the rain and weather
All together they swarm in their
Freakish strange haze of
Cloudy suffering
Wondering when roots would
Finally leave their established ground.
And they did. Stepped out into the rain
And hurried skipped across the road
Pushed open the door and
Strum and bow to notes of
Young lovers and looks
The Seers clapped to hear
The love sounds made, so intimate
So susceptible to the crowd’s simple whim
And they were proud, loud, in their
Quiet hayseed harmony, hope.
It’s the middle of the night and May
Turned into summer, with it’s sensual
Selfish burning every exposed inch of flesh
Blazing clouds and carefully created space
Pacing the dark paths with dewy green
Between bare toes, smell of earthy things
And I couldn’t see anything, but only
Sensed the open meadow
Out of the trees in moonlight
I saw something
Eyes blue bright.” – Megan Marie Seaman
Mermaid Verse 