Poem | Declarations for a new year, as seen in the clouds from a plane
I AM…
whimsy,
of mists & pebbles,
purveyor of mosses & pelicans,
minter of unchewed thoughts & wonderful modes of moments
I AM…
of diligence,
attent to each letter
expent & sent along neural vesicles
crossing taste buds towards the beyond,
vibrant in soundwaves —
witnessing the subtle shifts
each permutation vibrates and permits
new futures to find themselves along fractaloid branches
I AM…
of honesty,
baring my heart to the sky,
the blues of each shifting, peregrine cloud-person
within my world’s horizon,
thus bearing witness to my present,
this place where my feet touch ground
guided by my upturned eyes and open chest
I AM…
of openness
to the seven winds of the seas,
casting about seasons
as children do dandelion seeds,
ebb and flow of pressure systems giving rise to tears —
droplets upon my unfurled needles —
yet
I tap my pining roots downwards,
lift my crown with jaunt undaunted,
and reach inwards
I AM…
of defiance,
claiming my thoughts as free,
guarding their attention
as we must protect grounded water’s clarity
from incessant, institutional, cash-grabbing, cataclysmic fracking,
allowing instead for simple soft pressures of layering time
to create the glittering gems
AND…
bitter though the poky leaves
of this life chapter may oft be,
boil them seven times
and then their poisons may process into nourishment
don’t admonish yourself for your berried stains,
but rejoice in the reds — blues — purples
as an expanded emotional palette for visions untold —
effort & time heal most wounds
AND…
while the sand granule & the feather,
while the peat moss stalk & the dewdrop’s pearl,
are all indicative of the whole,
thus fragmented, they stagnate and gray,
a mere letter communicating none of the epic —
only strong together —
with energy —
they do sing.
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