A broken bone unlocks energy Near drowning is near waking Deep cuts pierce the veil Of our skin And we find that inside and Outside co-exist Until the doctor sews us up And leaves us struggling to get out Again
The beetle tried to signal me
Like a little man guiding
A big airplane
The bird tried to explain it
Repeating her all-important
Message
Over and over
Even if I still don’t get it
The fish didn’t really ask me to
Let it go—a brookie sparkling in dappled
Light
But what else could I do, it being
so small, and patient
but especially so beautiful
-Namaste, Bruce
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thank you for leaving a comment on my blog page. Nice to know someone is listening!
right back at you… to me it’s nice to consciously know that we’re all in something together, even if we don’t exactly understand what it is.
BTW-This is the best poem that I have read in quite a while…not too personal, I think we all can relate to it but it not cliche either. Hard to do.
Very kind—perhaps it helps to have no idea what I’m doing…