Read this and tell me what it makes you feel deep in the squirmy parts of your belly.
Read the first line and then the next and the next and the next.
Later I’ll gift you with my favorite books of all time but for now – read this like you would eat a delicacy of your choice.
Meat and Cheese, Bread and Wine, Chocolate, asparagus or espresso.
The sweat from a lovers body.
Read it and tell me that you feel nothing or everything or something in between nothing and everything.
She says, “I am here because
I got stuck in a garden hose.”
He says, “I am here to free my ancestors
from the stories that bind them.”
She says, “I am here to find my home star.”
He says, “I am here because you showed me paradise
and then told me I could not stay with you forever.”
I am here because peregrine falcons
love to live on the edge in the spray of the falls.
There are dreams you should not follow;
there are pictures you should let slip from your wall.
There are memories of the future you can change.
There is one dream you must follow
so you can say to your Death, next time he calls,
“I did not leave that undone.
I did not let my courage fail me.
I did not obstruct water when it should flow.”
Time rushes towards you from the future
through the teeth of a savage god.
Don’t freeze in the pie-shaped office,
don’t leave your body in the pizza oven.
Jump down the hole to the secret of life
before the lion comes. Find an answering flame,
play with the young girls on the pier,
keep the lively dead on speed dial,
carry Midwest mermaids to water.
Mail love apples, juggle the twelve lights,
smell the burning when rain falls through red cedars.
Robert Moss– Mosswood Hollow, April 2012
- Playing with Words: Poetry Projects for Kids (lets-explore.net)
- April is all about poetry – Vol. 1, no. 1 (poematude.wordpress.com)