Poetry
I love the way the Air buzzes
And the bees sing their angry staccato song
I’m grateful these bees dont sting
And so far the hornets have not
I’m grateful for only a few bug bites
That I have learned to locate early
And treat successfully
I’m grateful for a blue sky
With white clouds above
The green line of the mountain top
Ridge
I am grateful for a sun so bright
I have to shutter my eyelids
Just to look in to this
Amazing alive world
To stretch and feel the surface
Of last nights stone pressed
Into the muscle through the skin
For water that is filled with the fertilizing miracle that is bird shit
I am accepting of the imperfection
That borders every ideal placement
I make of this rainbow of colors and
Sounds this kaleidoscope of worldly sensations and symbols I wake up to feel Your soft green skin your victorious pebble beneath my bed trying to break my back with your unrelenting Wildness it is to you only to you That I can break can surrender
In the dark under the full moon stars
Tossed and tangled against the navy
Night sky my breath echos of painful memories bouncing off night bird calls and the palpable stillness that is this planet at night floating through the dark side in the morning I am taken again and the story unfolds over
And over in this after life my small
Life after the pain after the cheers
When all the noise of life has receded
Back down the country road again
I am never able to forget for even a moment in my sensational waking dream that I am alive that I am alive
On this earth that she has everything I
May need and I am never never alone