CONSTELLATIONS

I know I saw you, at the ten minute break, 
Over by the water cooler, engaging in a subterranean sidebar,
Laughing with a fellow trusted servant.  
I witnessed you patrolling the deep end, honey pie.  
In the deep end, maturity is the key to buoyancy!
  
Per the usual, I continue to be impressed,
When witnessing your balanced dancing.
And I marvel at what things do not confound you. 
I have not told you before, 
You possess a swirling, inviting stillness,
Which exceeds your youthful grasp of sagacity, 
By limitless years. 
I cannot figure out where you learned your patience; 
If not from your mother,
Then it has to be right from the vines, in the Garden of Eden.

I see you, this spry-of-heart, chuckling woman, 
Who is cunning and safe as a warm, buzzing wilderness, 
Where bees jangle around by the blossoms in the sun,
Yet you are wholesome like coyote den with mother and pups.  
I watch you, as you go stepping all intelligently.  
You traverse obstacles, surmount challenges, 
Seemingly solving each puzzle, 
One by one, as you come abreast of it.  
I stop and I let my appetite be whetted with desire to merge with your unit.  
I am not sure I can dream big enough tonight to render myself compatible with your expectations.
I cast my vote to take you, and ROCK THE AGES, 
Even though I am not sure just what that entails.

While actually with you in person, I attempt to command my being, 
Despite a gawky unrest rising up in my heart, 
From the glare of your incandescent light bulb sensibilities,
With iridescent greenhouse gas. 
My sweet, gorgeous King of the School, I know I saw you at the break.  
I continue to adore you, and wisely so, 
Because I am detached from the shields in your specter just enough
To empty-focus-my-mind and ascertain your spiking silver eyebrows, which mark joy.  
Yes, I thought of you.  
Yes, I hold on to adoring you.  
It makes me smile.
I actually have good taste, too, in case you did not know!  That's what I think, anyway!  
So, love ya', sweet sister!  Shall I let some sunshine in?  
Is this the dawning of the age of Aquarius?  Have I got the light?
I suppose, it stands to reason,
That so much of the wall-space in my heart is decorated, 
Albeit doubtfully, ephemereally, 
With fancy posters from our past rodeos,
And ponies standing on the Moon,
And all the stays of execution,
Signed in ink by P.B. & J,
That I can ever hope to see.

SCA, February, 2014