Mayfly

Mayfly

She's young and beautiful
she doesn't have to
be sensible

It's in the effortless
ability to please
floating ephemeral
on the Summer breeze

It's in the lightness
of not needing to know
the origin of the stream
or to where it will flow

It's in the ambient harmony
of breakers on the shore
the rhythmic universal pulse
declaring:"Life is more"

It's in the unconscious breaking
of another unwritten rule
and the hundred friends on facebook
all whoopin': "It was cool"

It's in the morning's joy
of living for the day
her personal sunrise calling
all her world out to play

It's in the designer handbag
her make-up clothes and shoes
she is ready for her girlfriends
and they are ready to cruise

It's in the natural ratio
of volume mass and weight
she only has to say
"What was the question?"
to transcend the debate

It's in the oblivious flower
thriving on no-man's-land
the fallen soldier reaches out
an Angel grasps his hand.

The picture is of Jade Goody.