John!... I'm only dancin'. [or] No Excuses. No Apologies

Do you ever just get....
"God!  I can't contain it!"?

It's madness,
and it's over-filled-ness
and it's incredibly

 blue skies!

and still-living green things!!

-indelibly-

 Hex

 geo power

 

and girl power

 alive!

And big

 Cadoo

in the bright, bright sunshine

And

 writing

maybe

 cloud forming

and 

cloud busting

so

 Western Tanager

much

 Thinking

more.

It looks like music played
-loud and proud into the backyard so's you can Hear it and feel it-

 

 foil dancers and crocodiles

and hangin' your Jolly Roger

-because you are Absolutely Part Pirate-

an' it looks like a chalkboard with pink and yellow markings

and finger painting with oils on canvas

 

and breakin' through

and rowdy anarchy
and even Ella
and Barbara
and Nat King Cole
and white linen at suppertime.

 

"Like black coffee....
like nicotine..."

Oh, everything.

I know,
it's Madness,

but still,
for me,
it just
Is.

And the dearest husband comes home
and listens
-aptly-
to the tales...
and smiles

and joins in.

An' it looks like two hours of
Private Conversation
with him, the best friend
-the babies are either asleep or Otherwise Occupied indoors-
(who knows?)
and a sigh upon a sigh
and This.

Because it's getting a bit cold,
and you're (I'm)
not quite ready
to say
"that's all, then."

It's
Ordinary
and knowing
that there IS no ordinary
as long as one appreciates,
and is willing to throw back one's head
and howl
and sing
and bang in time with the music
by the light of the moon.

And it is enough.

yup.
it is enough.

Oh, yes.
Happy is always
more than "Enough".


That's all, then.
Just that.
And no -
I offer no excuses.