I am love and I am hate
I keep score
A reckless mouthy mess
I draw a line in the sand
I make the rules
Cutting the fat I am a carnival
Feasting on my own delusion
Hungry
Cornered by my own desires
Caged
I am wild
A seeker of idea’s
I go to crowded places and listen to music so I can be alone
I feel shivering excitement for things that are not tangible
Why did I come here?
The wind attacks the waves and steals my joy
People mingle and jostle
Wanting to be seen….
…being seen….
Do we all feel invisible?
Is that why we seek perfection?
Hoping to be a head above the rest?
By seeking the same thing do we all not blend into one?
Is this the flaw in humanity?
That we don’t enjoy our imperfections and therefore our perfect uniqueness?
I am guilty
Awash with it
I sit here fo ra reason I do not understand.
To watch?
I see everything I do not want.
This I know
I see things that are rich and beautiful
But I desire heart in it
It is candy and sadness
Give me gold seams in the earth
And geodes cracked like an egg
Faulted and raw
Give me the heart of Joni
Her eyes
And the Earth as it is.
Little Wren 