Honestly, I’m not sure What to think Of these days of uncertainty As if uncertainty Was never a part of our living And dying Are we so much wiser Being able to see the unseeable Panic filling our hearts Pretending To stave off the inevitable Knowledge enough To hide like mice?
We ask ourselves Is it enough to be alive While not living By what measure Will one consider Infinity Coming to that final conclusion That realization of consciousness That those things we can control Should never Control us?
“I Am” If all the elements in my body can be found in the earth then:
I am the ocean, the waves and the foam.
I am the sand and the air. I am the wind and the clouds and the crumbling cliffs. I am the grass of the field and the dirt under my feet. I am of the earth and in the earth, and the earth is in me
I am the ant and the dragonfly I am the heron and the fish I am the gnat catcher and the hummingbird I am the seed and the tree I am the light and the darkness I am the sun, the moon and the stars I am the peace that falls at the end of the day I am the voice that tells the animals “it’s time for bed” I am the red of sunset, and the lavender of sleep I am of the earth and in the earth, and the earth is in me
I might be too old to write about the birds and the bees. That’s alright. I went ahead and added some music and video just to confirm what I already knew. It’s the little things that make life interesting. I wrote a poem for this project, forgot about it, then wrote another one with a slightly different perspective. They’re both here:
We are obsessively enslaved To our own sense of place and order Every room has a function Every place, a purpose
Rarely do we consider
The genius of nature’s chaos
Sing for a mate
And in the same spot
A rabbit is torn
Limb from limb
To feed a coyote
In that same spot Sweet pea feeds a hungry bee In symbiotic friendship
Grass dies quickly Tree claims victory, Sleeps during the cold months And again fights Grass’ resurrection in the spring
We see disorder Because we are blind To what real order can be We are disruptions to harmony
Listen to the song Join the chorus
Birds called to me Singing songs of lifted joy “You must have seen her! This path Of long lost journeys.
Her beautiful legs Now brightly adorned In skirted magic All aglow in purple And yellow Brighter than the sun.
Even the bees Can’t escape Her seductive sweetness Drawn to her Unknowingly, Hopelessly hypnotized.
Have you ever seen Such full, thick trim? Stroked By gentle breezes Braided By fiddle-necks and mustard
Everything Is drawn to her now. Everything Even you. You have no answer for it Neither have you the will To fight away Her calling”