I write about sky,
\nclouds, weather,
\nhuman suffering and joy
\nbecause it is what I know.
\nWould I be something else
\nif I knew something else?
\nWould my dialectic
\ndetermine what my soul is?
\nWould the fact I have a God gene
\ninvalidate me?<\/p>\n
Oh fish,
\nswim in my palms.
\nOh sky,
\ngive me a mirror.
\nOh love,
\nbe at peace.
\nOh words,
\ntell me I am written
\nby a deity.<\/p>\n
My heart is an assemblage of angels.
\nI am breath in the air,
\nI sleep like the cosmos
\nand play scrabble with letters
\nthat shape sand castles
\nby the sea,
\nand leave with the tide.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I write about sky, clouds, weather, human suffering and joy because it is what I know. Would I be something else if I knew something…<\/p>\n