You are there already
and yet I don’t know you.
I don’t recognize you,
the man behind the banana tree
of a long ago drawing,
a shadow at the edge of my wall.
Am I to wonder and muse on then
about an awareness
an elusive presence
blinked away in a deficit of attention?
Did I tell you about grey flannel skies,
wrinkles in plane trees, and stars in wet rocks?
Did I share with you the indescribable delight
of sweet solanum blossoms in sunrise?
Did I let escape, out of my silliness,
that a tree protects me and listens to my blues?
That rain falls in popping circles,
percussion in bubbles,
each one releasing an intention
to nudge a seed who waits?
Were you here
when I wondered
about the colors of silence,
of indifference, of absence
and of words I no longer hear?
Am I holding a piece of you
and you a piece of me
as we go about our day sipping time,
rushing around, coming and going,
hearing the same
alarm bell
without a care,
in sweet communion
of grown up foolishness?
unbuttoned or undone 
I started off loving the title, and ended up loving the whole whimsical piece.
A joy from beginning to end.
Sipping time?
You may expect me to steal this, ma chere Em.
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I thought a change of pace might be in order, after all, it is spring and swimming temperatures are right around the corner! I’m glad you liked it.
Hmm. Is it stealing if I get royalties? 😉
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Stealing?
It is performing a miracle, if recent experience is any guideline.
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Lovely Em, as always. I left with a smile when I read the last line. Grown up foolishness has always been the spark of my insanity and this insanity has entertained me, well. . . since I reached adult age and failed to grow up.
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Growing up happens more or less willingly. .. I haven’t quite reached the adult age yet, but don’t tell any one, OK?
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I’ll never tell, Em. It will be our sub rosa. Two ageless youngsters. One elemental and poetic, a friend of sprites and the other one dances with imaginary dragons each time a butterfly flits by. A good life, don’t you think?
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Pure delight.
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Well, you caught me hangin’ out by the banana tree, eh? I was just waitin’ for you to go inside so I could steal some bananas :). As for age, it’s just a state of mind. Some were elderly by 20, and some of us will never grow up (I hope). Wonderful piece of writing, Emm. Hugs !
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That was you?!! Funny man!
I was just talking about old twenty yearold and delightfully quirky youngsters of 80! I’m glad we are on the same page, and glad you enjoyed a bit of whimsy. Thanks Paul.
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Nice one Emmy…..be well.
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