how to understand my place here did i come from the stars is that why i’m such a stranger here never finding my tribe always looking for home though i should be living there is my species a tree to which i relate more easily than most humans or a stream flooding my soul along to freedom and god the power of positive thinking let’s see if this works am i riding a magic carpet or just living without mystery just loving my lot owning nothing really, just living in my body
I tire of standing still.
Caught in a wind
that blows both ways,
not to dance.
health care is a killer biggest killer of any in our system kill care i call it a needle in a hospital costs $800 and although we don’t want to re-use them i guess although we used to sterilize them in a autoclave now we toss them in the ocean making a trash bin of god’s bath tub there’s something wonderful about our gorgeous bodies healing themselves with care, food and love instead of knives drugs and doctors what’s the answer well my lover is a healing agent through prayer what do you think?
how tough to live like this watching cracks in our beloved earth is it fear rage love? what makes her shake like this moving in waves under foot we live on her cool surface covering up a fiery core are we cracking open loosing our footing splitting into pieces or maybe the only damage is to the pesky pimples we grow on her skin our roads and houses high rises and hotels railroads and airports maybe that’s the only thing we risk except our lives and what are we on this planet less than what we could be maybe a partner in creation a compassionate species with a deep love and appreciation for this mother who tolerates instead our greedy carelessness until maybe she can’t stop quaking in fear or anger or sorrow
she loves me i’m sure it’s taken some time some leavings a whole lot of acting out those times we bruised the delicate child in each other those times we came back learned new ways of peace though we were old and road weary though i always knew we were meant forever but we all good now girl though we may shout and scream now and then all we mean is my little girl got her toes stepped on but oh god how she loves you
my poet friend writes of fear of dying or is it just that anxiety you get when you’re about to embark on a strange journey completely alone your lover remaining on her side of the bed and you floating maybe wandering universes adventures are hard to love before you get there and with no one to share it with you may cringe at being so alone a peace may enfold you and then that hug that is not only your lovers but as big as the ring of Jupiter’s orbit you let go again as in nightly sleep but this time you know you will not wake up in your familiar bed will not spoon the warm body of your familiar but in that last moment you need no spoon every longing calling you out beyond all borders to home