Living the Dream

Come, let us have tea, you and I,
in painted ceramic cups and bannock
slathered with the hum of bees.

I will set the blanket on the greenest grass,
close to the sea where the surf laughs.
We will tie messages in green bottles
and set them off to foreign lands,
riding on gleeful waves, pretty in a wide blue.
We will pick orchid blossoms from tropical trees,
perfume our prayers with them
and pluck wishes from the coral.

We will ride the clouds of latitude.
longitude and continents, on magic carpets
of women’s wry laughs and girlish giggles.

We will discover new stars and galaxies
and give them names, like children,
after our best friends and once-upon-a-time lovers.

We will sit in the shade with our legs hanging out
in the sun and trumpet on the leaves
to call the tiny bits of sky our heaven
although we be in human place
and we shall laugh at the voices
of the girls we used to be.

Come, let us have tea, you and I,
paint our faces and sun our bellies
and slather each other with joyful life.

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