seventy-one times around the sun
(a forty billion mile run),
i’d clung to earth both day and night
as thirty thousand times it spun.
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and now, at four or five dogs old,
my body’s grown by thirty fold–
no matter how you add it up,
it comes to just one life, all told.
I left the party and started walking
Down the road toward town.
I’d show her, belittling me like
That in front of our friends!
Overhead, the starry night sky
Was one big beautiful mess.
Myriad stars were haphazardly
Strewn across the celestial dome
As if some great chandelier had
Fallen and shattered, scattering
The broken shards of glass
Throughout the universe.
As I walked along, gazing up
At the heavens, I suddenly
Felt incredibly small–
The world under my feet
Was but a speck of dust
In the vast depths of space.
I was infinitesimal!
At that point, I turned
Around and began walking
Back to the party.
–Photo by Aaron
winter’s frosty breath
warns us that we’re very close
to her frosty bite
–photo by me
it seems like
i’m in a snow globe,
on a shelf
by mistake,
and i can’t find my way out–
so please do not shake!
knowing things
is why you don’t
join the conversation;
it’s why you
can’t have faith;
it’s why you
stared out the
window in school,
and why you’ll
never make anything
of yourself
in this world.
knowing things
is a crime you
willingly carried out,
and now you must
do the time.
photos by me
in winter, there are
no wasps left in the nest to
shovel off the roof
only the queen lives, and you
can’t expect her to do it
–photo by me
a path thru life seems
to cover much ground in size,
yet it’s not all that long–
as the crow flies
–photo by me
–photos by me
he floats thru the air
with the greatest of ease,
that daring young man
on his motorized skis.
he aims for the stars,
and i bet some day soon
that daring young man
will jump over the moon.
–photos by me
michaeljordahl 