...southern sojourn...

by Bethany Lee

It is I,
my one of a kind
pieces of me,

i am fragmented paragraphs
i am upside-down sentences
and an unanswered question mark.

i am gathering moss,
wondering what it would be like
to be a rolling stone.

this once annually rocker chick
losing my original identity -
transformed into Mother Gaia.

wings slipping through the wind
air-dancing replaced with brick-laid walkways,
feet forced to touch the ground.
i AM an ethereal Soul,
though hardly feather-light.

i will tiptoe to higher grounds,
explore what i have found:

fate in Ft. Lauderdale
Los Olas parasol
flame twirlers, belly dancers
hookahs humming & bubbling...

what wonderland have i walked into?

years of yearning,

have i at last, come Home?

I wish you all a harmonious Home,
thank you.


Posted on 05/02/2006
Copyright © 2024 Bethany Lee

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