Soleil
by rebekah repass

inclination
of what to say
what to pray
where to lay

hands stained green and brown and
every other earthly color to the wrist
from when i dip into the creative pool
of my swirling thoughts...and hope
you might understand.

twirling shawl spread over my eyes
africa is calling
she wants to know
when peace will be gracing her shores

maybe you and i
are two flames
blending into the fires
of Beltaine

i could almost sit here forever
laughing at the sheer
unpredictability
of this life
this soul
this flesh
this form...