Poem (for BMC No. 1) x Nikki Giovanni

I stood still and was a mushroom on the forest green

With all the moiles conferring as my to my edibility

It stormed and there was no leaf to cover me

I was water-logged (having absorbed all that I could)

I dreamed I was drowning

That no sun from Venice would dry my tears

But a silly green cricket with a pink umbrella said

Hello Tell me about it

And we talked our way through the storm

Perhaps we could have found an inn

Or at least a rainbow somewhere over

But they always said

Only one Only one more

And Christmas being so near

We over identified

Though I worship nothing (save myself)

You were my savior–so be it

And it was

Perhaps not never more or ever after

But after all–once you were mine