Oh and whew
We still dance
The dances bobbing
About each other
Like ice cubes
In a glass
Bumping and scraping
Jostling and dunking
Like checkers jumping
Over each other
Triumphant like snowflakes
Leaping from different
Clouds but falling
Softly slowly together
A field of
Wildflowers is a
Beautiful sight all
Moving in unison
With the wind
Until someone picks
A few for
A bouquet on
A table top
Now that one
Of many becomes
A One of
Few brightening up
A room or
A person I
Feel as though
I’ve been picked
By you and
Now became a
Thing of beauty
Just for you
And far off
Behind the tree
Line Canadian geese
Honk preparing for
Flight now they
Approach like Mardi
Gras revelers in
Strategic formation swooping
Like Heaven’s angels
At the rapture
Now past everything
Returns to quiet
This Charlotte morn
Being better than
You are is
Always frightening being
What you know
To be true
Is even harder
Be your bestest
Self and others
Will recognize be
Anything less and
You’ll be forgotten
Be the oasis
Not the sand
And sometimes in
Life someone sees
More promise in
Us than we
See in ourselves
This is called
Hope be the
Acorn toppled from
Limb left to
Bury sleep and
Sprout turning into
It’s own oak
Giving shade to
Others worry not
About yourself for
Others will make
You into what
Whatever you were
Meant to be
Sometimes to them
Other times to
The entire world
