Imagining Carnival

In the journey of thoughts I find movement

Frenetic, pulsating beats,

Crackling static making pleats

Into the wet air streams

Of perspiration beading down the body.

Drumbeats meld with heartbeats

For in this staccato there is no melancholy.

Deafening and booming through the land

Every shiny bauble, every note, a symphony well planned

I stand back grasping a pole jutting into humid air

I watch the revelry, my senses ecstatic and aware,

As the bombardment of the crowd engulfs me,

Parts of my soul quake in the din cacophony

Aching in the sidelines, only imagination

No personal memories filled with libation

A liberation of the physical self,

Only a taunting of the mental belles

Dancing in my mind with no inhibitions

Lost in the sea of caustic and wild celebrations.