"THROWING ONESELF INTO THE AIR NAKED"

One feels like throwing oneself into the air

naked, 

and flying along the tree tops, 

brushing all the green new leaves

in a kind of ecstatic flight of fancy;

such visions, theatrical effects and lived dreams

we as poets can conjure up 

for the entertainment and satisfaction of our minds,

stirring the senses into reactions so varied and exciting 

that if we don't have wings,

we have something damn close to them

in our explosions of free spirited fervour

and the elaborate cacophony of scintillating prose.

We can also fly in the clouds and lie down on them

as if they were the most comfortable bedding,

the aura of the earth can magically manifest

all manner of expressions, 

we can ride the swords of lightening,

cry with the rain 

and melt into the sod becoming one with it,

we can crash and crack with the glaciers,

plunging into icy turquoise blue waters,

or fall like a jungle fruit into the warm swamp, 

to join the fish in their everlasting waltzes.

We can sip the nectar with the yellow 

and brown backed furry bumble bee,

and become intoxicated by the mead,

we can taste the bitter sweet poison 

of the Fly Agoric toadstool, inspired by its scarlet top 

experience hallucinations most exotic 

and terrifyingly beautiful.

We can ride the wind in its eternal dance, 

dust-devilled into corners, joining the leaves, 

tumble over with the tumbleweed,

Tango into the ricocheted eddies of the tides, 

be blown with the spume in a gale,

and howl as if possessed, through the keyholes

and loose tomb lids in the graveyards, 

we can clatter with the rubbish bin lids

and make enough noise to waken the dead.

So can others but the artist with his words, 

his paints, his tools of description 

is so free in his medium,

that extremes can be reached.

We can also suffer with the poor in their hovels,

we can mourn at the loss of someone dear,

we can cry out in protest at injustices,

and show up the narrow mindedness of society;

but here I have concentrated on the happy, 

the joyful side of life, and that with humour, 

is the most worthwhile striving to gain experience of.

Long live the freedom of expression,

the balance of nature with man, 

the keeping at bay of volcanoes, 

the limiting of pests and diseases, 

the healing of hurt spirits and disappointments,

the combating of prejudice,

rejoicing at the fact that we are here,

and make the best of our time, really living.