WHAT ABOUT YELLING?
mountains, moss, pines, rocks,
water, feathers and backbones!
a magic spell only witches can chant
will it choke us or give us a view?
sip the brew
wait no longer.
our extraordinary sessions
are a bundle of feelings set on fire
to bootleg fireworks, shooting stars, fireflies
to smuggle sparkles, glitter, bright minds
over into this part of the globe
feel welcome, take space
lots will be said and found
within the lost galaxy
only cosmic leftovers and gastric erosions.
we will all grow and unfold (b)old on lava land
hand anew over to the next
light years to come.
babachinchin – a poem – 19th of august 2013