A Glorious Lunacy
I found a stream running down beside a landscape,
chuckling as it splashed. I envy its intimacy with nature.
I tread softly along in dreamy euphoria,
picking flowers and tossing them into the water.
I watched them float and form a quilt of color
until light was purpling, and I felt the keening of ghosts
while a half-moon hid behind a moving veil of cloud.
Stars begin to scud the sky,
towers of clouds poised like opera curtains
the earth below a stage on opening night.
I hover above myself, holding an imaginary wineglass
its tinkle sending sparkles in starlight,
I am slipping into an opium dream of my own,
only to wake up in a blaze of glorious lunacy.
@jjote 070121
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