Sheeba / Sheecla

2023-11-20

to Sheeba and sheecla

A whimsical night

And a morning dew

Here is my poem to you

On the days

Where wind huddles in solitude

Crevices of cement

Stillness in no feud

A gap exists

Where one meets one

Atop this hill

Beneath the sun

I see her move

From left to right

Beyond her years

Arms extended for flight

Buttercups graze

Under her balls (of feet)

A cookbook in the making

Oh, how she loves fall!

What a woman to be

Fluid in reach

rooted down like a tree

She murmurs within

And a croak comes out

Who knew there was a toad

Behind that snout

The croak begins a chant

From hum bug to lum snug

I care for her so deeply

Imagining our hands clasped around mugs

A Sheeba to me

And a shira to you

Oh how much I feel

When were investigating clues

A body that dances

In orbs we create

On those early mornings

In law class we partake

I am your friend

From the womb and beyond

Thank you for you

And may we continue in song