July 8


Some days the air itself smells of dragon’s breath
And the rain really falls from weeping angels
Magic springs from broken eggshells and cracked cement
As billions of living things reach ever-skyward
And fairies gorge on red sugar water hanging from trees

Some nights the Chinese lanterns are portals in the sky
Waiting to take you onward to your Heaven or beyond
And the moon makes faces to get your attention
While the pinprick stars play connect-the-dots
Composing pictures for you to finger-paint upon

Sometimes you notice the strangeness of everything all at once
And your once-solid ground splits itself into rafts
That ferry you off to the Wild Things and Whangdoodles
And finally, in seeing it all so clearly, you say to yourself:
Of course! It all makes so much sense to me now.

~ Liesl Dineen 2014

What do you think?

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