Mini Autobiography

Look for the woman with wild blue-eyed fury
filling the humming bird feeder with nectar.
Look for the woman whose locked passion has
been released like a flock of caged birds.
Look for her passion colliding with the stars
exploding into particles.
Look for the woman who would open herself
up wide, wide and wide, then close up again,
fade like a sunset.
Look for the woman who has dreams where
there is no gravity problem;
The woman who pushes her body off of the
ground and up into the sky where she
somersaults and moves like she's in
water.
For the woman who hovers above the street-
lights and sidewalks where people watch
with amazement.
For the little girl in the woman who spent
an entire summer trying to learn how to fly
by jumping off a retaining wall, flapping
her arms from dawn to sunset.
Look for the woman who would open herself
up wide, wide and wide, then close up again
fade like a sunset.
Look for the woman with wild blue-eyed
fury, look for the woman who dances for you.


Carol


Response from Wayne

will i be drowned in that world? then i'll die in that bliss. can i dance without one toe touching the earth?

i have me wings watercolor-painted wings. i feel you are earth, wind and raging fire. bright summer sun flood-way of hope. my cup is full.

you are a child, mother, lover, gypsy dancer woman. was it just me or did i hear you hum?