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
All she wants
Is to spend her time doing what she enjoys
With people she loves.
Is so old
Its rheumy eyes
Can barely see out the cave.
Makes no efforts toward the light
Grumbles quietly to itself
And wishes it were dead
But makes no efforts toward death either.
In a world of its own making.
We live in loneliness
Anger, laughter, fear, love
We all have loss
We all seek redemption.
Upon these commonalities
Stories are built.
Because life as a human
Is also about what we share.
We need this sharing
To feel the same,
To remember that we belong,
To eliminate the loneliness.
something took a bite of me
and made off with it
i can’t remember what is missing
but i dream
the edges of its absence
For the unwanted children:
All the sparklike souls who have been wished, prayed, gut punched out of existence
The ones we feared we couldn’t feed
The ones our bodies couldn’t survive
The ones our shame would make the bearing of unbearable
The ones who sensed something wrong through the umbilicus
Swallowing too much adult stress
Growing into a faulty womb
Or missing some vital element
Feeling that they are too sick already, or misshapen
Who, being incapable of tenacity
Threw themselves into the sharp cold air or the filthy toilet water
Their parents ignorant, never knowing nor suspecting
That their future has just been protected
By their potential progeny.