under your cerulean umbrella
where your silver spokes
are blue jay roads.
Open my eyes, Eos.
Earth of jazzy ocean
scatting & frolicking, give me your
frothy-foam-daydream-mode.
Show me your dimples.
Stick out your tongue.
Touch me.
I’ll open my jacket to take you in.
With watercolor we’ll paint
blank spaces, places where sadness
plays hide-n-seek,
and please grant me trees
to teach me the posture of a goddess.
Show me a gospel choir singing
your canary song with the grace notes
I need to hum along. Lead me
to your castle door, your disco floor,
your rowdy parades that erupt
into choreography. As I roam
your dogwooded avenues, Earth,
toss across rocks & rhythms;
give me reasons to climb to rooftops;
make me your lighthouse when you feel
dim & in your lush rain showers,
drench me in powers
& I’ll show you
how a thankful woman
loves you back.
~after Coral Bracho
