PAD Challenge Day 11: Outsiiide

 

PAD Challenge Day 11: Write a nature poem.

 

Outsiiide

I wanna be a lily to Spring;
a sunflower to Summer.
 
I wanna put my left and right foot out,
dip under the rays of the sun; 
let my old soul and spirit wander.
 
I wanna lay under the moon, 
cuddle with jazz on the rooftop.
 
I wanna place my boots on the ground, 
allow my hips to become tambourines
as the cheeks of my derriere clap like thunder.
 
I wanna suck on the sweetest 
blackest berry that calls me lover.
 
I wanna sip peach bellinis and
eat triangle watermelon 
by the Caribbean Sea.
 
I wanna picnic with a Sequoia 
just so that it can throw shade back at me;
As long as no bugs, snakes
or frogs jump out on me.
 
I wanna ride shotgun through
Alabama and Mississippi.
Hum hymns, Bankhead bounce,
and do the cabbage patch in sundown towns
because it’s a prerogative.
 
I wanna meander between
languages I can’t speak.
Read, pray, write
by the bed of a creek.
 
I wanna mosey through
the Prague Castle;
Savor street food
without a rush and a hassle.
 
I wanna baptize between
Anguilla and Sint Maarten
with the eyes of Trinity and angels
eye-witnessing my self-Christening.
 
I wanna run wild, fearlessly, and free-
Because I'm alive
to do all things I can’t do once I die.

 D'ElegantOne 



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