If we all go where one goes, who will know where we went?
The woman he speaks of is mysterious to him. He dresses her with things that he admires about her. She wears magic because she is intriguing to the point of having him under her spell. Her dragon for a button means she is not easily controlled or directed, not docile or manageable. While a lion for a lamp is not attire, it is descriptive of her bravery in paths she chooses, for like the King of the Jungle, she fears nothing. The carrot collar implies she lures him in with “something hoped for or promised”. And a salmon for a zipper, well… she obviously turns him on and at this point he may be referring to himself as he is anxious to swim – like a salmon – up her stream; because her zipper… IT’S GOING DOWN!
(Inspired by, and in reference to, written work by Richard Brautigan)
If I see you and you see me, how can we see I to I?
Drunken tongues untie brainy knots. With a loosened grip the mind is free to wonder about. Traditional paths of thought are devoid of reason. Present are keyed doors unlocked. Ready they are to be opened – to rooms with panes that have yet to be broken. What one may encounter depends on the time of day and the season. Li Po’s roommate is most often the moon, and sometimes his shadow. With a glow of melancholy and a twinkling of humor, his drinking induces a whimsical prose that I am led to dreamily follow.
Like Li Po I too have been the lonely one. “No close friends here…” but a bottle of wine there, not much in it – leave none to spare! (Lawall, 1383) Oh, the warm glow one gets before sweet intoxication; that is where I long to be! I too, “sing” and “dance” and feel my spirit expand past the boundaries of my skin. Yearning to escape and “… travel beyond human feelings” (Ibid). The darkest night brings no fear, “… unaware of darkness growing” I am empowered to take steps further into the forest where I too have “… step[ped] on the moon in the creek” (Ibid).
A busy bee buzzed by me this morning. The wind from his buzzing wings gently blew across my face. I paused just long enough to hear him say, “You’re a flower”, his whispery words made my day.