The good thing about good things
Is that you’re never meant to predict them.
I’ve heard people say
It’ll take you by surprise and
Sweep you off your feet –
But it’s more like you’ve woken up
In the middle of a lake
Immersed, no recollection of arriving here,
And the goodness of summer enters your lungs…
Breathe in, breathe out with me.
That oxygen? Born from waterfalls.
I’m hiking down a winding wooden path.
It’s a bridge across dirt and ferns
To the middle of the Earth,
And at its base, we take pictures beneath
The gentle falls feeding the mirrored waters
Of green and gray.
Dive in, dive out with me.
The pool is electric, don’t you feel it?
The sunbeams spark against the surface,
Little fireworks calling you back to light.
I’m kicking against the blue and
We’re telling stories of concerts, mishaps,
Wild things, our skin cracked from it all
Now refreshed in the crystal cool.
Turn round, turn round about.
Sip cranberry and shout loud
So your friends can hear you over the song.
The world’s gone violet –
The discos set me spinning.
To dance is a great gift, to move
In a rush of joy, to be fully human
Under the lights, inside music giving life.
Let’s look up now.
The tops of buildings, see them shining
In the evening hour,
The clouds latching onto a soft blue sky
Like pink and golden moss? The heavens
Hold our cityscape adventures
In the palms of a sunset breeze,
The hope of discovery nestled here.
