I, Rarely

Saturday morning thinking

I rarely understand,

or, in any case,

I'm the last to understand 

Where a river originates.
Or when the air is still and then there's wind.

I'd like to be at that space in time 
where a river just magically appears.
And wind, out of nowhere, starts to blow.
Where a fire spontaneously combusts.
or a universe bangs big.

Or we fall in love for the first time, 
All over again.

Author's Note

woke up thinking about how much in life I just don't understand

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the thoughts and wishes in the poetry. Life is a twisted dance. We must try to win. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote