Morning Poem!

The Third of July

 

Independence Day is tomorrow,

but, for me, each day,

drums beat inside,

and fireworks star.

I proclaim freedom for each cell,

probe, move, bounce, fluff, and air.

I want nothing inside

imprisoned, discriminated against, or bound. 

All fences are down.

I dust and feng shui.

Knees sparkle.

Spine snakes fire.

Feet are caterpillars climbing their way

to emerge as butterflies

fluttering my space. 

I celebrate each day

with an exuberance learned

in popping grand finales,

through the heart

of tears.