collaborative poem, #1 ’mango, pistachio, automatic’

Mar 2

mango, pistachio, automatic

word submission by @maheensmemories on instagram.

in the passenger seat,     my feet sit

atop the dashboard  -  toes warm in the sun

the mango juice droplet

slow dances down my thumb   -   tongue awake

in sensation,        an ovation for the gift of a fruit-bearing Earth.

we are driving to     I don’t even know where

my hair is a hundred hummingbirds     in this wind

sipping lupines and nectar while the blackbird eats a pistachio

I watch your hand on the gear shift

and imagine the lines of your ancestors’ palm -

I was born on the star they point to

       its where I get my grit from

I close my eyes

it is never entirely dark in here,          the colors

swim around me             I see, I see, I see

it’s automatic, I understand instinctually.