I don’t belong in the concrete world.
It’s too hot for my feet
too electric for my soul.
When they ask me what I do
I count the leaves
on any given tree
and try not to cry too loudly
as I contemplate the complexity.
Man hath made no replicable beauty
Great spires of lumbering wisdom
you spend your days reaching
towards Heaven in holy reverence
& yet maintaining ground
you snuggle into a sense of permanence.
No shear can tame you
for the patient majesty is internal
and will outlive the capital
that stands against you.
It is here,
in your berth
in your air
I lean my ear against your warm body
& listen to my soul breathe–
–I wonder if it always sounds like that
so close and desperate.
I fill notebook upon notebook
with lists of needs–
–I wonder what it is that you need.
What might it be like to live needless?
To pray boldly revere constantly
The more I discover my self,
the more questions I ask
the more grateful I am
to feel scattered;
a reminder to me that I’m listening.