Tuesday
April 24, 2012
I always love it when I feel like a poem came out of nowhere. Yeah, you start with an idea, a phrase of some kind... but you don't really know where it's headed until you get there. Sometimes I like to talk about big things by making them smaller than they really are... Not sure if that makes much sense but maybe you'll see what I mean in this poem:
Lighter Than
Gravity
I’m sure you
understand
how unnerving
it is to... change,
to feel your
body, your thoughts,
your already
oddly shaped
spiritual-being
transforming
magically
into some... thing!
Some
unmentionable... thing!
Something you
never, ever
dreamed of
becoming, some... thing
you never
wished to be.
My friends (those very few I have)
keep telling me not to worry,
“CHANGE is inevitable, we CHANGE
everyday, from the day we were born
we CHANGE, we all CHANGE we must
CHANGE and...”
Blahblah-Blahblah-Blahblah...
If I MUST... convert to some... thing,
I hope it’s not dirt.
I hate dirt.
Pushed around by any tiny breeze
that comes along, or stuck all day
to the bottom of a shoe. What kind
of life is that? And if it rains,
you become... MUD! And I hate
mud even more than dirt!
But if I must
be akin to earth let me be dust.
Yes, stardust, those bits of cosmic
grit which drift mindlessly between
the moon, and planets and... GALAXIES!
Yes, stardust! That’s what I’ll be.
That some... thing that’s ever so
lighter (and kinder) than gravity.
rrw 4-24-12
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