spinning in sun-drenched fields

when we are proper,
we stand stretched tall
gazing at trampoline trees
bouncing among cotton clouds
grasping the seed of life.

when we are proper,
we dance a bluegrass banjo
spinning in sun-drenched fields
moving with birds’ tail feathers
drinking the light of life.

when we are proper,
we are squeezing the oranges
with all our might
we are living the moment.