It’s no wonder you have stopped
frozen
while the crowd streams around
mid snarl 
now confronted with something honest and beautiful.
Torn from your plodding 
you stare all of a minute
the array of festive merriness faded,
forgotten

I have returned with my old honey jar
full of water from the drinking fountain
in front of the community center

Clutching it’s beehive shape
to my blue chrysoprase
somewhere in endless black
Indigo dye wafting
from my cloud necklace

I observe you transfixed
but I
want to yell at you

“Hey face!
Bring that face just a bit nearer
here,
to this pricipital cave of dreaming
Take this home inside you
like heaping bowls of hand churned strawberry ice cream.
Do not be afraid
this is also you
I’ve only made this easy for you to carry and consume.
Transmute your understanding
of what it is to live.”