John Destalo

John Destalo Sep 2020

in weeds

I was born
without roots

free to land
in any field

and spread
myself

words and all

into others
find the other

lost souls
and create

a messy garden
wherever we

land and when
the others

want to clean
us up

we can follow
a breeze to

a more
welcoming

land and
spread our

simple seeds

John Destalo Sep 2020

make them sing

language is
a skill

before it is art

we all learn
words

and a little
bit about how

to use them
but it takes

practice to
use them well

and passion to
turn them

into spells

the baby
bird makes

noise but it
has to learn

how to sing

John Destalo Sep 2020

the one true

that night we
started a religion

worshipping

the thoughts
we shared

we wrote
everything down

in our minds
putting nothing

to paper

we did not want
followers

each night
our lives

would become
more

synchronized
until we became

the one true

John Destalo Sep 2020

silent and deep

I think my true
home existed

before the
big bang

the first
sound was

too loud
and divided

what was pure
the connection

that made
every element

one

every sensation
was felt by all

at once

so there were
no secrets

John Destalo Sep 2020

that girl

she knows

in a way that
is not normal

she devours
everything

she is not
gluttonous

most of it
is useless

so as she
processes

she discards them

and only keeps
what she needs

to create
her own

universe
that she

shares with
others in

the most
creative ways

John Destalo Sep 2020

the deep

and on those
nights

the waters grow
still and

there is no flow
all thoughts

become one
and they

don’t spread
they burrow

toward the
bottom

where the
dark creatures

swim

I could drown
it would be

so easy

John Destalo Sep 2020

the sunflower

I met her
as a child

and fell in love

she was so
tall and bright

she lit the world
and helped me see

and I knew
the sunflower

loved me back

she saw the
brightness

I buried
in my soul

I may not
smile as much

today as I
did then

but I
know the

sunflower still
loves me