Beneath the Autumn willow tree
Sat a lonely bird.

Once it flew high enough
to curse the heavens

Before it was cast down by
The desert winds.

But now it rests, becoming the wind
as it takes flight

for the last time.

oh science!

your job is to
understand

but you do not
understand me

you have made me
in the image of others

wanting me to be
the image of you

thinking you
understand life

you have taken
life apart

and collected it
in multiple pieces

that you think
can become a whole

believing you
only you

can put them back
together in a way

in whatever way
you want

that you can create
not from scratch

but from the leftovers
of others

oh science!

you are not a god

your job is
to understand

but you don’t
understand me

listening to songs
drifting on particles
experiencing emotions
as art
to be created
lyrics speaking
of real moments
moving
to be human (sometimes isn't easy)
suddenly it’s raining
or the sun is pouring
up
present in existence
feelings spilling
souls releasing words
in letters
in prose
dare to compose
something sublime
a heartbeat
captured for all time
inspiring truths
your own words
spilling to the page
spilling'
from the cage
released & flying
not to downfall
down
where did they come from &
where will they go?
spilling'
up
letting go
releasing in words

Refrain from purchasing
Racoon at your local
Wet market.
In your belly,
It can spelly,
Corona.

On my way
To the Lambton Health Unit,
I saw a child in a window,
Holding up a sign.
Be Positive, it sparkled.
Only if I'm negative, I mused.