How did you celebrate your birthday?
Err… I mean Earth Day?
Were bright spring days, darkened and dampened?
Was your frontage road flooded? From your front deck did you
Watch? Did you check your watch for the time?
Or even the date? Lately, have you been letting the night fall
without getting your feet wet?
Is there still time yet?
Grey skies will always be greater,
brighter than any man made light.
Pyramids will always inspire more awe than
Skyscrapers.
Sitting under a bridge, you almost feel
as if you could scrape the sky yourself.
The roaring motors above pale
in comparison to the still, strong waters.
My still mind no longer wanders.
Instead, today, it wonders
in privilege and presence
Like it’s my birthday.
My birth right is to look north down the lake
and to look up at swaying tree tops.
Yet they are still … still
and tranquil.
I myself, will again begin to rotate and spin
as a wish, to wander
and travel
and journey
and manifest destiny
for the small town beauty
as a destination fails compared to the journey…
..and the journey is greater then the destination?
Sure, but a cliché, is less than the person.
I rub my bare toes
In wet grass
In wet sand
In cold water
Let it rain whenever mother wishes
because she lets me make my own wishes come true.
Let the wind blow out and candles
let her eat more delicious
wet
cake,
and let me play in more dirt
let me see more
lakes
by next Earth Day.