Monday, July 6, 2009


The air seems cleaner here
As if it's easier to breathe
More oxygen-rich and shining
All the better for seeing
Clouds stand out sharp
Against stark cerulean
Like they have been etched there
Swimming placid in sky's lake
People even seem to almost wade
Strolling content and quiet
Soft and fun

The kids playing, shush each other
After a yelp, cry, or scream
Like the world has finally shut up
So you can listen
Listen to words and wings
Wind and everything else
The sparse cars and trucks
White noise here
Easily ignored

Everyone here is waiting
Patient and calm
For something to happen
A miracle
Bright sudden burst
Small happening
Or just a fun time
They are waiting
With so much
And nothing to do

And so, it appears, am I
For a shift
A change, nudge, bump
Over and into who-knows-what
Hopefully something amazing
A time fabulous and green
Quaking and shuddering
Pure unadulterated excitement
Like a fucking explosion
Moments pure and without worry
Laughter plus dancing
Twirling and spinning
Never ill
Never wanting or wasting
Never alone

I am waiting...


  1. I dig this. Makes me yearn for the outdoors on a warm day with friends- and with the words you chose and the general flow, it's so easy to depict in my head. The kind of day without bugs, without intense heat or brutal cold. A day without clouds and just a bright sun, the warm glow reflecting of your skin as thought it was just meant to be.

    That's what this poem makes me think of. Good stuff!

    - B-Daw, over and out

  2. i really love the calm atmosphere this creates, but i think when you say fuck and "wind and everything else" it kind of throws it off a little. if you specified instead of saying everything else, it would probably flow a little better. but its really good!! dont listen to me, i'm poetry retarded