Frolicking

Frolicking

In the stream

Of thoughts and rhymes

And themes,

Not knowing

Where it’s been,

Who’s dipped in,

But I have often

Seen you there,

Wondering with a word,

Caressing a concept,

Prodding a pun,

God do you know how

Really beautiful you are,

Natural in your nakedness

Stripped down

To Love and light,

Frolicking.

Stephen Nesbitt ©