I’d like the quiet now, please.
I’d like to go back where I came from.
Enjoy now:
orange juice, blue sky, velvet leaves,
words like "isosceles" and "Econlockhatchee",
call to prayer, Hail Marys,
watermelon, ******* icicles,
words for love in other languages,
a capybara swimming,
a good curse like "*******",
a living coral reef,
soul food, soul music, a drum solo,
soft salty butter,
a curled fern, thunderous clouds,
copper hair,
a stalking tiger,
silver fish, dancing sunbeams,
Spanish wine, beach plum jelly,
the smell of sulfur, crashing wave,
skate’s eggs, pine cones,
cold granite, sticky peanut butter,
a clear running river, a red fox cub,
aurora light,
diva ballads, cactus water,
marble carved light as silk,
a cuckoo clock,
blue moonlight, dew drop,
whistling wind, lightning bug,
dandelion tea, rose bud, scarlet blood,
snake scales,
the dead smell of time,
Saturn up there,
kittens, freckles,
our song, a honey bee,
the big big ocean, the hard hard rain,
salty air,
lost at sea,
empty, full, drunk, alive.
Oh, to float on the cosmic waves.
To sense the whole I am a particle of.
To fear is only this:
An emptiness full to the brim with life.
2025. Ha. Too long-bad year. Too late.