I'm staring at the ketchup <br />but I've lost the words. <br />'Mon amis' I must leave again. <br />The razor sharp scent of <br />'La content voyage s'appelle moi' <br />(This happy voyage is calling me) . <br /> <br />I'm diving into the luscious pervasive smell <br />of dancing in rain puddles. <br />'Avec tu, avec tout le monde, tout ou.' <br />(With you, with everyone, everywhere.) <br /> <br />I am wearing only a bright yellow raincoat <br />and a warm gentle smile. <br />Someone forgot my clothes <br />to lay across the puddles. <br /> <br />When the popsicle is gone <br />the stick burns my tognue. <br />But the cherry taste remains in my head <br />where my grandmother is calling me <br />'Cherry Pie, where is your babushka? ' <br />It will protect me from this sunshine. <br />'Le soleil voler moi vide.' <br />(The sun steals my emptiness.) <br /> <br />For me the dark is a warm womb <br />about my fetal hands and miniature feet. <br />I play hopscotch with the chalk in my mouth <br />or is it in my hand and the hungry sea <br />sends it's tongue to chase my feet. <br />The seagulls yell their warning, <br />'Un nageur c'est ne la roche pas.' <br />(A swimmer is not a rock.) <br /> <br />I'm flying a newspaper on a stick with string. <br />My father glued it together with dreams <br />so that my feet won't touch the ground <br />but human hands have reached up <br />and tickled my toes. <br />'Je reviens a' moi.' <br />(I return to my consciousness.) <br /> <br />'Will someone pass the ketchup please? '<br /><br />Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pass-the-ketchup-please/
