In the beginning…
I was born
In the sour belly
Of a dying star
I was spat out
Like black bile
Into the inky void
Of nothingness
For eons, I existed
Alone, an outcast
Black bile
Yet, eventually
I met others
Like myself
Misfits, rejects
We huddled together
And formed bonds
After what seemed
Like an eternity
I was pulled up
Into the roots
Of an apple tree
I became
An essential part
Of a living apple
You know the rest
Of the story…
I was
Bewitched
One blue
One green
But when
I spoke
Of poetry
A distant
Look came
Over them
Enchanted
As I was
I knew
We could
Never love
Each other
Lessons
Hug the people you love now, don’t wait and learn this lesson the hard way, like I did
pleiades
and 4 of doze
make 7 sisters
deep in depression
de mama had de baby
pretty much early
a groggy gaggle
of giggling geese in goggles
got me googling
the whistle blew
and our entire
gym class was off,
charging down
the football field
like a stampeding
herd of buffalo
the pounding footsteps
thundered in our ears,
the earth turned
under our feet–
we all knew how
important this first
race against
our peers was
it was a sorting;
something that could
set a pattern, a template
for all time
nobody wanted to be
that kid that came
in last that day
so we ran for our lives
yet, if I knew then
what I know now
I would’ve walked
But that’s impossible, Doc! I’m white!!
steady march winds on tour parade thru our cities steady winds march on
the hands of time stood deathly still
the winds had ceased to blow
and silence settled on the land
like softly falling snow
it seemed an ancient prophecy
at last had come about
for all things stood the way they were
the day that time ran out
and everyone regretted
the life they’d left behind
they knew they’d do much better–
if they only had more time
(archives)
–photo/art by me
she walks by
every morning
on her little
stick legs
she’s a waif
of a girl
with no shadow
i want to scoop
her up in my
strong daddy
arms and give
her food and
whatever else
she needs
i want to help
her with
whatever
made her do
this to herself
i cry every
time she
walks by
i think
i love
the little
stick girl
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 