Happy Wanderer

I am that I am:
a Monarch sunset
dripping in majesty,
sprightly yet delicate,
prone to forget
to wave goodbye.

I am that I am:
juicy papaya flesh,
slick pupil seeds,
a spicy kadala dish,
complex, but restless
to take flight.

I am that I am:
a Tiger Lily snip,
freckled flower,
hermaphroditic,
prone to backflips
like Olga Korbut.

I am that I am:
stained glass window,
divinity’s disguise in
treetop limbo,
light’s crescendo,
migratory mind.

And while my flight pattern is discreet,
I miss my kaleidoscopic fleet.