Another day checked off
On the calendar of my residence
In this body
One day less
One breath closer
To my inevitable departure
Is life a soft lit candle, huffed out too soon
And never revived?
Just incase it isn't, I've composed a few requests.
Assuming I was not horribly wrong about the Bible and get sent strait to hell with all the other spit fire, wild child sinners
I'd like to be reincarnated as a flower
A poppy, perhaps
Wild colors seem to suit me
Delicate, wrinkled, red and orange
Or maybe I could be a tree
A mighty tower
Cracking bark
Flittering foliage
I'd never want to be a Planaria
High school biology is not for me
But I could be a mud puddle in the early spring
Or even a hefty, beast of Alaska
A moose among moose, lumbering in the tundra
Nibbling on greens all day
But, perhaps, I think I might like to be
An abandoned ship in the Bermuda triangle
Stormy seas would toss me
On calm water I would float
And maybe someday I'd slip underneath the blanket of water
And see the extraordinary on the journey downwards.
I can't quite place it, but something about that poem really hit me. It's beautiful. Thanks for brighting my evening!
ReplyDelete-your poet buddy, Chloe