earth mirth

accidently grown
from an earth
staring at a moon

before the light of a sun

it is all so f*****g beautiful. . .

when i think of death
i think about stars

when i think of life
i think about dirt

sprouted

and grown

humans

like me

humans

like you

accidently lived

in this place

staring at faces

worrying over places

in front of a world. . .

i will always be grateful

even as i decay 

into pieces

for this. . .

i will always be grateful

that i was able to think

about a lifetime

of breath

with a lifetime of people

grown from an earth

staring at stars

together like me

under a moon

in front of a sun

Author's Note

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Sun, moon and stars look down on earth, these are the constants since our birth. Your lines reminded me of one of my own poems David. I too think of people all over the world looking at the same moon, sun and stars that I do. I am thankful for my life even when it becomes challenging, and it often does. Dirt for life for birth and regrowth, stars are for gazing on and remind me of the spirit world. Greetings from me on a dull November Sunday.

Chris