Bottle and Bird
What if I don’t behave?
What if I run in the streets and say,
look — you are beautiful?
What if I sing at the ocean’s edge
calling to the waves as they call to me?
What if I answer each bird’s song
with a song of my own?
What if I shout for joy that I am alive
experiencing earth here, now, fully?
What if I pick up a handful of soil
and drop it on my head
yes — you — the soil that springs up life?
What if all the ways of suppressing my joy
What if self-criticism, perfectionism
and fear dissolve?
What if I dance instead of walk
sing instead of talk
laugh instead of smile?
And what if I meet you there,
how will you misbehave?
©2010 Sherrie Lovler