I, Rarely

Saturday morning thinking about things I don’t understand

I rarely understand

or, in any case,
I am the last to understand 

 

a stream flows for the first time, trickling up from earth 
air, hushed in the still of night, 

then puff, a breeze 

 

O' to witness that glorious space in time 
a river magically unfolds, alive
wind, from nothing, begins to blow
a flame arises, unbidden
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

[Kelly Scheppers]

I think we can all make our own list. What I really love is your closing line. Quite profound and beautiful.

[nj coleman]

Thank you Kelly! I was a little unsure about that last line so thank you!!! Neil

[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

[nj coleman]

Thank you Coyote. Your review is much appreciated!