Grace, quirky and stunning

       Seated with knees to chest. Folded and detailed.
My eyes close to absorb all voices through other
senses. Left hand cradling chin. Elbows upon boney
knees.

       Crackles are heard in the pavement. Rolling of
the motors and stretching of the tires. Shh I say inside
my mind. Listen.

      What is not being stated? What needs that push
outside? Is it you?

       Come I motion. Sit before me. Laugh in my
presence over the pretense of patience. Rattled
are the teeth but not a single goose bump decorates
the freckled arms.

       Empty the soul of concern, nerves and worries.
Shock the senses long enough to enter a grand escape
of laughter.

        Silently hold onto the smile that gleams inside
the white stars. Come hold my memory in a sparkle
of joy.

       Listen as I entertain my spirit with silliness of
an alarm. Vocalizing the stunning vibrance of chills
and alertness.

       Oh careful I am but I await one last moment.
Will you be there when the lights pass and my
sigh escapes?

       Hmm. A quirk of me. Unique an breathtaking
in one motion and full of graceless steps. Bounding
and tripping. Ah yes that would be me.

       My grand entrance back into a door. Then a
knock on head. Door handle and all. Ah ha a roar
of laughter to behold.

      Yup all stated well with in the name of Mary.
Do you agree, dear friend?