P.O.A

Yawns glide
Colours fly
Eyelids lie down
Smiles amble
Across from one swimming face to another
in a lake of paddling jaws;
And arms moonwalk
While toes shuffle
Like a pile of autumn leaves in the wind;
Hips seesaw
Sighs thaw
Lips seethe
And thighs crawl
Languidly in careless angles
Like bangles
Sweeping up and down a wrist;
Sloth bobs like a small sailboat
Sailing between bones and joints that sit pretty like sand,
lying back, drawing away, making peace, being at ease
Hair toils, in trying to get everywhere
Elbows recoil so they don’t spread themselves bare
And eyebrows are slow, thirsty camels
The expansive forehead stretches
To the horizons of the rising and setting ears
That carry bird songs in their little hemispheres
And palms are dewy leaves
Knees are sloppy jacket sleeves
Heels ruminate
While the tongue gyrates
And impulses are late
This crusty morning
Baked with lusty sunshine
And eyes wait…

Eyes wilt
And shoulders jilt
Resolve turns to silt
Oh we’re just fine!
Yes, the chin toes the line
And sets out to mine
the fingertips for usefulness
Let the teeth practice finesse
While the thought reorients
Its capricious self;
Cheeks chide
As another yawn glides…