Golden

The sun warms me up

I thank it with a violent shake

Gritty and wholesome

A bit of the beat got stuck in me

And bongos jam to the bah-da-bam

I’m a modern day primitive

Living in jungle Congo bongo city

Susan sings with her gloved raised yellow

Swinging Sophia whispers wisdom hello

Now off to the grass we zip

(Clovers give good-green-luck mellow)

Just you and me

Now of the matters we spoke a day-or-so-ago

You-know!

That lovely conversation we had by the lake blue

Aha! There you go!

I spoke: “the poet reclining” with rosy cheeks

“Now if I can get that feeling”

(Apple and oranges were peeling)

“I think I will have succeeded”

And you conceded with a giggle and smile

Then like a gypsy your words stole me

And took me to a house three stories (four?)

“Now the first,” you said with a whisper “floor”

“Never stops growing”

“The second always sleeps – the third never”

I imagined dancing to many coloured nights

And you spoke of a fourth that linked it all

And roots shooting like foundations

Into ocean’s sides, your own little nation

Descending bending stone stairs

To the sea no sin

 - And oh the house lets only special people in!

Then back I went to the city grey

With umbrellas for trees

And train tickets for hay

But all the while I’m still so rich

Shimmering like a red poppy

I am oh so rich

I’m golden