If life is a flower,
A world devoid of purity
The cunning hide behind brave words
The bold are men of action.
Men of action know no invoices, nor memos
They are not shrouded behind the monotonous security of cubicle walls
They are not mandated by the ticking of a clock and an eight hour grind
For they are men of action.
The explosion of water from a tap
The colors of the rainbow are mapped
The voice of the sky is scratched
Thoughts of you…
The alarm goes off to thoughts of you.
I step out of bed and into thoughts of you.
I brush my teeth in tempo with your heartbeat
I sit in class glancing at the clock-
thoughts of you
Doodle your name,
thoughts of you
The professor asks me a question
I silently think “the answer is you”
Thoughts of you
I end my day, and undress to thoughts of you.
I’m warm in your sweatshirt…I breathe in thoughts of you.
I set my alarm for the next morning
And lay myself down on your side of the bed
I sleep to dream…only thoughts of you
Let us dare to believe that we are full of greatness
that poetry is alive within our souls
that beauty inures our passions
that a star can snatch our breath from our lips
that the darkness is visible
and all possibilities are possible.
Let us dare to pulse with our own inadequacy
lifted up by our failures on wings that cannot falter
for already low we have sunk sullenly.
Let us dare to be inhumanely human.
Let us free our hair from rubber shackles
free our voices from uneven whispers!
Let us holler, dance, stumble, tangle!
Let us live a life that is full of moments,
moments of quiet purity, as dew collects on uncut grass
moments of ecstasy as we plunge into the raging river
moments of organic, rough-cut, effervescent vulnerability.
Let us dare.