Dance

I am dancing under bright white lights

My hat is shaped like Cat in the Hat’s

But unlike Cat’s hat, mine is fat and green and white striped

The curtain was pitch black with shadows raining down

I was dancing a slow but vibrant dance

The tune was fast but was like the rocking music you hear today

The stage was as hard as a rock

Maybe harder

Solid maple wood

I could hear the echoes of people talking from far distance

The crowd was clapping to the song

Little kids

Big kids

And some very, very small kids

They all were dancing to the tune

People were throwing flowers at me in the end.

I Am

I’m as fast as a hawk, shooting down from above.

The above is tall, higher than the jet you would see racing across the sky in mid-afternoon.

The noon day would soon rush into dusk.

I eat like a lion that hasn’t swallowed in days.

I talk as fast as a swallow chirping rapidly in the air.

I sound like a music box playing with distant others from a well guided school.

I am as smart as the people you see doing the Rubrics Cube.

I am as colorful as a tangerine, so brightly colored orange.

I am bewildered of the moon like how wolves cry in dismay.

But I’m the kind of person that shatters everything when touched.

I Am a Mountain

I am a mountain that shivers from cold winter chills.

Villages surround the base of my feet.

Younglings are freezing from chills.

I can feel children sledding thousands of feet below.

Hoofing of deer,

Little rabbits,

And the pitter patter of swallow’s feet.

Water runs down the sides of me.

Lakes build up in the spring

And then disappear.

The lakes reappear in late fall.

Fog always blinds my vision for

Seeing far places.