Kingdom Down Kauhikoa Road
Shimmering pale fairy wings sprout
from my naked, caramel back, glistening
from the dew droplets of glitter some
unknown hand must have sprinkled down.
Each little piggy burrows herself
into the cool earth, wiggling away
from everything except
her own mossy blanket.
In my floral kingdom, I am
the beloved princess. I am the queen.
My smooth hands lightly push
back the glossy doors—rich greens
with red and yellow veins
like the fingers of the sun illuminating
my entire kingdom. All is quiet
as I tip-toe along every soft, fertile corridor.
I hear my name in the distance, like
an old dream whispering for me to return.
But I don’t. I don’t want to.
I’d rather stay where my feet
kiss the grass and the rainbow colored
flowers blow kisses back. I’d rather stay
where nothing will break
and the hardest decision is which
flower’s perfume to try on next.
So I keep walking. Slowly. I take
in the smells, drinking in their nectar.
The scent of lingering rain. The dizzying
innocence of jasmine. The rustic homes
of busy earthworms. My nose welcomes
the many flavors tumbling in, seeping
into my malleable brain.
My feet are stained by the grassy kisses
and the muddied floor. But I like it
that way. I could roll in the earth
all day long, consuming my kingdom’s
sweet, sticky smells. I could live
hidden under canopy in my
secret, wooded cave.
I could dance to the angel’s
pink and white trumpets and
make wishes with every dandelion’s breath.
But I will return through the mist to the whispering
dream, and my spectacularly dolled up feet will
once again be washed and stripped of the gifts from my kingdom.