Goddess, are you made of China?
Are you alive today?
I see the mould of your face in the blank masks of shoppers, absent as they shop
Missing the beauty in their baskets
Wisdom allows purchase of dewdrops, orange peels, twisted roots, candy wrappers
for a discount less than free
Some call it garbage
It could be treasure
Mundane frenzy to accumulate without seeing
Survival of my bodily cells busies my waking days
Can I hear their tender call for my awareness of their microscopic needs?
By night, I dream of dreaming, eyes sewn shut
Vibrant pastels of tropical elephants
and Snow White divas
Scarlet lipped, ripely feminine
At WalMart, I save money to live better
How may I help you?
Some call her Sophia, the eternal shopper
She answers to experience
Her eyes are wise to the complicity between herself, me, you
Collusion – we both share an inner diamond
Eternal despite our bodies hungry for the challenge to save money, live better
Mona Sophia, I admire you so much
Your facets are polished into fractured rainbows
Mine are still mostly muddied with the sediment of unearthed emotions
Serene, you push your grocery cart
Aware of the beauty in the aisles
Tiny, detailed wonders at every endcap
Divine in the everyday low prices
Eternal light in the savings
In the moment, I find myself too with you
as I learn to live better
adamevenevenadam 