I've been collecting the bits for this poem for a while. It feels good to release it into the wild.
The Electric Ache
To me, dust in a sunbeam
looks like glitter
and blood drops in
water could be a lava lamp.
looks like glitter
and blood drops in
water could be a lava lamp.
The blue-green sheen
of a jellyfish also lives
in labradorite stone.
A light-falling snow
looks like fluff
from cottonwoods.
And it all makes me feel
the heavy, infinite
potential of beauty,
like a Monarch's wings
through chrysalis.
Curb drains huffing clouds
into 9 degree air.
The buttery-ness of honey in mint tea.
Oaks puzzling with their jigsaw
leaves--
the fallen ones fluttering
across the snow
like sparrows.
And suddenly I love
that all the beauty
is also balanced
with sharpness
--the electric ache while savoring
dark chocolate and
the biting
smell of sun-soaked
tomato plants in June.
