by Carmen Mason
Might you
fly as slowly
as you can
so I may
take in everything through
your pellucid wings?
It’s so less overwhelming
like that
peering through you
like that.
And if you would
on another day –
may I use you as a parasail
and ride you for a while
and pretend to
be seen clear through
and not found wanting:
just what I am, here and there?
Oh, just for a while
to be ringed in
iridescent phosphorescent
high hued vistas
never seen
before!
I have been writing poetry and prose much of my life. I’ve been published, won prizes but realize I write most for myself — to express, explore, expunge and exhort.