Gaucho

A marble floor
Up 3 steps
Toward the heavens
on a raised dais
fit for ceremony.
A circular gathering space
To exhalt body and mind
In community.
The late afternoon sun
Dapples through old trees
Shining on a packed playground,
abundant with soccer balls.
Play is outside
together 
here,
Not in rented activity classrooms that parents pay for. 

My dress is flowered and old, 
Floating up the steps, fluttering in the breeze.
I feel ethereal now as I change my shoes
And prepare for communion 
Amid the neighbours
Among the songs
Of this land. 
We find each other and embrace easily, 
a stranger in a dress, a local neighbour in a linen jacket.
Entwined, united, is all there is, 
without delay, without questions. 
Gracias a la Vida
The wild feminine composer of all
turmoil, of all love.
We pull apart between songs.
I place my hands, palms together,
at my heart
grateful for one more song
in our second tanda.
I look skyward.
This is what I came for. 
He smiles broadly
and agrees wordlessly.
Mutual delight wins this day.