Lily's Pad

Lily’s pad floats freely

tucked in neatly, flanked

by friend’s pads en-mass

circular, shiny, sun catching

dragon fly acrobats aeriel

tourmaline teal toast grey not shy

visit Lily’s pad in couplets

Lily’s pad a reliable oasis where

the brilliant meet and hang out.

That lily pad green much

like those first bell bottoms

big bold crisp green leaves on white

worn too many days of the week

the only ones I had

with desert boots way to big

to give me growing room

I would never need that much of,

often alone as a kid,

wading in silent reverie

in the tannic stream of life

but in good company.

Naturally, as it must always happen

brilliance fades in the summer dusk

grassy fields of darkening greens

disappear as the dewy night descends

and yes! Out pops our fire fly friends

beep beep beaming little green lights

reachable stars kids trap in jars

tangible first miracles

take us through

those early darkest nights

till morning’s light

calls for new adventures

ducking the neighborhood kids

slipping silently across the green fields

with her fresh spider webs and bee busy clovers

to be dazzled by my pals at Lily’s pad.

February 2011