the brazen hypnotic glitter, and glee
that shifts from foot to foot.
i wondered if we are all conditioned to feel 
this thrill of arrival, of excursions:
i left a place of a thousand shrugs and met
this hail of melody, or melancholy, but at least
in this there are new soothings, new amazements,
even if i fall down the stairs from naivety i feel
there will be still more harmonic laws that will
greet me.

the truth is, i wanted to be gathered.
in a conspiracy, in embrace, in a togetherness
that cannot be shook by the wind or sun.
this is the hardest thing to come by, because
it is rare. so i continue to greet all things
with naivety, and sing that guilty song of the sun.
because no one has ever frowned on me
when i smiled. no one has ever dipped in rain
when there are gardened skies, and you cannot stop
the magnolias when they demand spring.