Immodesty

Behind, through and around the hustle,

overshadowing the artifacts of movers’ and shakers’

forsaken, weathered and new-found dreams,

she asserts her prior claims.

 

Too busy showing off, showing up,

making up, making do, to notice?

Too bad. She weighs in on both sides

of your tidy ledger. Profit or lose.

 

Wish her, push her, scheme her away,

however you like.

When you’re done and gone,

she’ll still be playing around,

just as her fancy suits her.

 

You’ll stand up, run ahead and fall down,

no matter. She’ll do what she wants,

sometimes simply to put you in your place,

leaving you at best scratching your head.

 

Your outland cousins, on a good day,

have a clearer take with a lot less effort,

look down your nose, as you may.

Whatever. All is not lost.

Just stop, for starters.

Look. Listen. Soon enough you’ll see.

Modesty has never been her strong suit.

Say it’s so…

Say it’s so.

Everything is in play.

Go ahead, flip it around.

In play is everything.

In the play of things

is the play, it’s all about.

Children know this.

It takes great maturity

to forget it and step aside.

The game is up.

Or down, as the case may be.

First down, ten to go.

Play ball, you know

there’s room for all,

for the play is on

in the ball room.

So, get on with it. Have a ball.

Take a spin.

Shimmy and shake,

whatever it takes.

Give it all you’ve got.

Show ‘em all what gives.

Swing on back around.

It’s all the same.

The play’s the thing,

the name of the game.

Everything’s in play.

Say it’s so.