|Sculpture in Taos, NM. Didn't get the artist's name.|
Did you see those clouds swallowing the mountains?
or were you busy baking a wedding cake?
or walking in pain? noticing every step.
Did you watch the river instead?
powerless to hasten or direct its flow.
Did you submerge? eyes open beneath, you
breathing water, swimming somewhere unknown.
Did you curse the news in fear
thinking the world will spiral to hell?
Then sipped your coffee thinking,
"What am I to do?"
Have you made love today? in your singular way?
Or did you merely make your bed?
Did you sculpt a masterpiece on ice
or paint it with chalk on cement?
Did you write a poem like ice cream?
saw it melt, drip from the heat of your mind
then licked it, savored it before dissipating
like all things do, like the thrill
you felt the first time?
(Submitted to Dverse Poets)