What’s up?

noon-m-imad Poems

So, what’s up? Well, if you insist; nothing much. Except, Every time I see you, I feel like our destinies collide, Like our souls beam promises, Like a mother and her child, Like the color yellow, Every time my eyes glare, they paint you, Furious and loving, Our bodies frozen, My mind undresses you as you take my hand and ask me: What’s up? You ask me what’s up as if it sums up all the rivers of a nation, As if it tells of sin and the humor of knowledge, As if up is where I’m going and rock bottom isn’t drowning my thoughts, As if my mother still wants me, As if my father thinks the world of me, As if my lover never forgot me, As if you want my answer, What’s up? What’s up with you? What’s ahead of you? What’s above you? Who watches over you? What’s the sky like when heaven is nowhere in sight? When pain eats away at sobriety, When silence cracks minds and noise breaks glass faces, What’s up? I’m just alive, ... Inhale You laugh because you think I said something funny, I can’t tell you I haven’t looked up in a while, I haven’t wondered about fairies and fairytales, About what’s beyond this cloud, this sun, those barriers, What’s up? What’s up isn’t what I know, What I know isn’t up, Ask me once again, Ask me who didn’t leave, Who hears my words, Who saw my tears, When did I grow, When did I fall, Do I prefer tea over coffee, Ask me of a universe I know nothing about, A heaven my feet haven’t touched, A thought that hasn’t crossed my mind, Ask of persons lost, matter gained, Piercings, physiology, my people’s faces, Ask me once more, What’s up?