our minds are built unique
with a sole, subjective view;
you cannot see reality
the same way that i do.
some say that it’s a blessing,
some say that it’s a curse–
but every mind designs a kind
of homespun universe.
–photo by me
–photos by me
i have some choice words for my cat,
like messy and spoiled and fat,
and yet i would say
in the slang of today–
she’s also adorably ‘brat’
–photo by me
it took me thirteen
billion years to write this poem–
i hope i like it
–the universe
–photos by me
i went for a walk and was feeling kind of high
when i came upon a creek that was bluer than the sky
in the woods, i saw autumn slowly creeping up a tree
at the lake, this stupid goose wouldn’t stop mooning me
i finally grew tired and headed home to rest
as the sun sank slowly in the west
–photos by me
a bear eating bugs–
he sees me and considers
a change of menu
–photo by me
walking among wildflowers,
i feel especially fortunate;
so many of my friends
never made it to my age.
i would say this to you:
when the woes of the world
weigh heavily on your shoulders,
put them down for a minute,
let the sun shine on your face,
breathe in the fragrant air,
and remember to be amazed.
oh yeah, and one last thing:
take every opportunity to go
walking among wildflowers.
–photo by me
the sun has gone down–
now comes the grace period
for homebound stragglers
–photo by me
–photos by me
michaeljordahl 