All in a day's wok

Sighness, her Highness
Vagueness alert

Baroque of this life

Is chase or divert

Time is all looping

Like strings in a maze

Planes are a-swaying

In a salsa-ic daze

Thus set is rhythm

Of pulses and beats

Floors are abounding

With patters of feet

Thrilling is surfing

Across wildest waves

Armed and a-ready

A few hundred braves

This is art and music

Passion and dance

My Dali, Bocelli

Neruda, Rembrandt

Ten whirling dervishes

Ten leaping frogs

Ten soaring rocket ships

Ten rolling logs

Like synchronized swimmers

Or skydivers mid-air

This heart is a-throbbing

And breath is still there. 


(Penned Nov 20, 2009)