Some

January 19, 2010

She sort of is 
	A Maenad


The First. 

	Dancing and talking

On the Great Water 
	Of life.

And I, 
	Well, I just watch.

Scientifically. 
	Artistically.

		Life-ly.


I’m not sure what 
God she came from.	
	But she has my attention, now.

For years now. 

And when she does dance. 
	It’s to Her rhythm. 
		I can’t help now

But to keep her close.