Immersed

Deeply
covered.
Surrounded.
Breathing,
eating, dealing.
Daily
understanding
wrapped in
local realities.
Know
nothing
more,
nothing
different.
Local time
molds
reality.
Different times
different realities.
Embalmed in
air, smell,
sight and
sound!
Realities of
a planets
creationism.
Each unique,
alien.
Each foreign
to each.
Universal
diversity,
none
the same.
Infinite
possibilities
there be.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

In the midst of this interesting work, the word creationism stands out like a tarantula on a wedding cake. When I hear it, I automatically think of fundamentalist/evangelical religion, whereas the rest of the poem does not seem to reflect that strain of belief. Not sure what to make of it.

[John Prophet]

Hi JP,
Thank you for reading my work.
We live in a universe of created things. You’re created, I’m created the planet we live on was created. By who or what no one knows. Understanding this need not be religious in nature.

JG