I want to make trouble.
\nI want to jar you awake.
\nMake you question your hands.
\nAsk what is true and what is not?
\nWhy do I fidget and ignore my sadness?
\nWhy do I not understand
\nthe words the world gives me?
\nOr is it the other way around?
\nWhat are the things
\nI give words to?
\nWhy are there so many?
\nWhy do they come together
\nyet seem to fly apart?<\/p>\n
And I\u2019ll tell you I don\u2019t know.
\nI\u2019ll tell you that I love you,
\nand yet have no truth in me.
\nThat all my questions resolve nothing.
\nWhy do trees stand without voices?
\nWhy do rocks hold their dreams
\nin such firmness?
\nWhy does water assume all shapes,
\nand the night
\nhide what it passionately embraces?
\nWhy does silver shine like ice
\nbut never melt?
\nAnd why does ice cut so deep
\nyet disappear with tears?
\nWhat is so different about being human
\nand not a star?<\/p>\n
Again, I don\u2019t know.
\nThe hardest surface is the truth,
\nthe brightest light,
\nthe greatest joy,
\nthe most harrowing fear.
\nSo if you seek it,
\nwrite a poem.
\nBe a troublemaker.
\nBreak my heart
\nby showing how yours was broken.
\nAnd we\u2019ll do an anthology
\ndedicated to being true.
\nPerhaps,
\na book about being in love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I want to make trouble. I want to jar you awake. Make you question your hands. Ask what is true and what is not? Why…<\/p>\n