ode to carnival [and the self].
February 11, 2008
a speckle of glitter hanging around a temple arbitrarily
is swept away by a finger’s idle caress.
the resurgence of a familiar bass-line
is a call to reminisce
over visions of sun-soaked bodies
moving rhythmically to the beat.
this poem is filled with cliches
just like the bead-trimmed bikinis we donned
were we ever one?
or was this all an illusion?
forlorn feathers
of a once coveted costume
lay withering in a corner
[under the bemused gaze of a daddy-long-legs]
yearning for its former hey-day.
not breathless
not blazing
not waving anymore
but arms akimbo
holding steadfast to the promise
of the self contained within
and the promise of what’s yet to come.
forget this nostalgia
i am my own damn carnival
watch me play myself.