i am nature blown small
the wind blows
i sigh
the trees bend
i lean
the earth quakes
i crack
channeled throughout with warm waters
tributaries of blood
ebb and flow in pulsing tide
on the spinning earth
my toes dig for purchase
running the surface
we lonely seek where we belong
how can we be alone
belonging anywhere we seek?
We are more
Than the sum of our parts
Put us together like legos
But you cannot make us walk, talk
One day
If science keeps progressing
We will learn how to make a body walk and talk
We will learn how to make someone live, think, feel
And you know what?
It will
Still
Be magic.
It’s not what you cannot do
That makes life a wonder.
It’s what you are
And no amount of knowing detracts from that.
She who lives
Worrying on death
Forgets life
Eons pass
And the stars wrap around me.
I am born under Capricorn
I grow up under Orion
In the crisp country night
I see black and white.
Under the bright fluorescents of education
I learn what color means.
I get a job
In a room with high speckled ceilings.
I struggle smally.
I see the moon in the mornings
And dappled winter sunsets.
I grow old
Joints from creaks to cries
Complaints from whispers to shouts
My hands grasping at light-pierced blankets
I face my own mortality.
And the stars wrap around me.
I’m going on a trip to the Grand Canyon! I leave early tomorrow, so just a few hours from now. I’m excited to see the beauty of a real desert. Checking it off the bucket list!
I’ll be gone all next week and maybe the one after that. Please don’t expect me to an amazing, or consistent, or even existent blogger. I will return, with a scalp full of sand and a mind full of ventifact geometry.
Maybe this is a good time to post this one. Not even sure if it counts as a poem, just food for thought.
Running out of time
How much is left
To do what we want
To do what others want
What kind of a bucket list should we have?
Here is a bucket list written by a six-year-old.
– sit in hot tub
– visit grandma and grandpa
– catch frogs
– see a movie with mom
This is how simple life can be.
She has no agenda
No outside influence
On what a bucket list should say.
Her world is small and rich.
No popular tourist destinations
No huge purchases
No revenge
No regrets.
All she wants
Is to spend her time doing what she enjoys
With people she loves.
Fresh Hell 