“Look at me”
I must be crazy
I must sound insane,
talking to the ducks, the squirrels, and the lonely white crane…
but the way that they stand and look at me wondering…
maybe we should converse and share our different lives
of the trees, the earth, the water and the skies.
I bet I look stupid,
simple-minded or dumb
lying in the fresh green grass under that warm white sun.
But in that spot where I breathe in the foliage and dirt,
I can see that line where the sky touches the earth;
where suddenly life has no meaning, but has so much worth.
I could appear sad,
upset or depressed
walking with the creek, with my hand on my chest.
But the way that it trickles to the beat of my soul,
it’s hard to feel nothing, and hard not to cry
when I think of simpler times; when I remember those lies.
But what do I care how I look, sound, or seem?
My eyes are forever drawn upwards;
They look at the dreams.
The dreams of the past, the future, the present.
Of my own, my siblings’, my friends’ and my parents’.
I sing to the robin to carry my wish far, far from here
to that young person who talks to the ducks and the cranes;
to that young mind who lies under that bright, living star;
to the young soul who walks with the creek in their heart;
to whomever may wish for more than what seems;
to the world I don’t know, that exists solely in nostalgia and memories.
A poem I wrote back in like February.
I’m seriously not a poet—I’m horrible with English. But I was facing some tough times back in February; lots of soul searching and what not. This is what came out of it so— I like it. It’s not perfect but, it makes me feel things, so … yeah.