Welcome

In time’s hidden echo, resting

A golden hummingbird, quiet, nesting

Wing-wrapped whispers onward wander

As I sit in glory, paused to ponder

Life’s layers go unnoticed, waiting

While loving seems much harder than hating

Lost in shadows and unspoken desire,

Hope held down by a rusty wire

Calling out but still unheard

Ignored into silence like a morning bird

Songs muffled in noise and senseless words

When all the days begin to merge

Cloudless thoughts escape my reach

Infinite ocean without a beach 

Where does this world’s waking lie? 

When the limit goes beyond the sky

Wet wings will take time to dry,

It takes patience to spread your wings

but everything to fly.

Endless journey past the known

The unfamiliar turned to home.

Grow together into one,

Nourished now, by evening sun.

Weaved, the end becomes start

We, a forest of stars,

 known by heart.

Does a moth know it gets burned 

when it flies to open flame?

Why do you only identify me

with a name?

Is what we perceive 

what really exists?

Is it better to die

or never to live or to wish?

Does everything matter

or nothing at all?

Why does big go on forever

but there’s a limit to small?

If plants are alive

do they actually think?

How much more would we see

if we didn’t blink?

If there was no money

what would you do?

Why do we tell 

all the good bugs to “shew”?

Why do we talk 

and not only sing?

Why not pity the bee 

when we get a bee sting?

Why are there laws

if we truly are free?

Why does life move and turn

like the sea?

Why do we shout 

when we really want silence?

Why speak of peace 

while practicing violence?

Why do we laugh

and why do we cry?

And why do some of us

aspire to fly?

Why take a risk

for the sake of a thrill?

Why don’t we just 

call the mountains “big hills”?

What is forever 

and what is the end?

Outside of Euclid

why can lines bend?

Why are we happy 

and why are we sad?

And why do some of us

always turn and get mad?

What is the future

and what is the past?

Why are we slow

and why is light fast?

How did we get here

and what’s the beginning?

Why aren’t we dizzy

if the Earth’s always spinning?

Where is the jar

of unslept secret dreams?

What else can we say 

that is not as it seems?

Bursting at the seams

Orange is the simmer in an ocean breeze

The calm before the storm as well as the storm itself

Orange is the smile on your face 

When you know the inside joke

Orange is the daylight touching a starving flower

Its petals reaching ever closer

Orange is the twist in her curly hair

That guide you to a laugh

Orange is the soil you stomp in

Orange is the river you swim in

Orange is the sound of the drums