Celestial Sodapop

Sitting at the weeping tree

Slouched and white

Like defeated love

Harsh bark breaks off in my hand

Strange etching in the wood

“Novus Universum”

Leaves erupt with gold

Wind whips my hair

Against my face, blinding me

Eyes clamped shut

I stand, perfectly still,

Until,

The storm quells.

The newness is beautiful,

And frightening

The small backyard that I once knew is gone

My petite bare feet barely fit

On the tiny island

Holding just the tree

And me

What surround me now are shadows

Of trees too high to see

And other things I must assume.

The water is painted

With lilac and silver and mystery

The depths of which

I could not dream to guess

So I stand there, patiently

Thinking of what to do next

I seem to do the most curious thing

And I am not quite sure why.

I kneel down on the grass,

Cup this water in my hand,

And drink.

I did not expect this.

It is sweet, and bubbly, and tickles my lips.

I do believe that I have found

The very first sea of

Celestial soda pop.