Kimmy Sophia Brown
 

Lilacs

May 24, 2018

There's nothing new about
being drunk on fragrance,
but I wonder,
as I stand beneath
the heavy lilac blossoms,
if I shouldn't drive today,
or operate heavy machinery.

If they forced a breathalizer test,
the reading would say
"Too much lilac in the blood."

I'm in an altered state,
slurring words,
staggering steps,
the truth serum of nature
taking effect,
I'm blurting out whatever I think.
This fragrance fills my head.

Am I a danger to myself
and others?

Perhaps a lie-down on the lawn would help,

but now I hear the singing birds.

Oh God!

A glass of cardinal song,
of robin.

I'm done in.

I must lie under these clouds and sleep it off
until the stars come out.

When I awake I want to drink of those as well,
and the thrush, and the crickets.

Really God, You are the greatest bartender.

Set 'em up. Put 'em on my tab.
 

Kim lives in Maine, which is lovely, and where she continues her enthusiastic relationship with Art, Music, Nature, Books, Animals, Humor and Trees.