And She behaves as though she is
the first person to ever chase a cloud,
or fall in love
with the sight of a palm tree
against a rich blue sky,
as though the newness of
everyday things was exclusive and unique
only to her.
As though their beauty and enduring thrill
were not visible to anyone else
as though it was her duty to show them.
That is how she behaves,
bubbling and brimming,
with an urge to capture and release
to another wonderfully enchanted
momentary reminder of the light.
A little bit busy, and self-important,
a little bit desperate and naïve,
a little bit in love all of the time
with color and with rhyme.
And she really, truly,
can not help herself
Ruth Nineke, 2019
Tell me what you think before we both die