If we are star stuff
If we are star stuff,
if we are the building blocks of old gods and
chocolate chip muffins, and
automated spam call bots and
running water and breakups and glitter and
rubber and glue and
shaded glens and that moment when
you crest a hill and there are birds flying and for a moment
you feel like you’ve finally remembered
or maybe … Do You remember, once, when our son said,
“Everything is everywhere.”?
Do You remember how you implored him,
“You have to think of other people!” and in his newly-minted voice he said, “Other people?”
I keep shouting so the echoes bounce off me, so
(hopefully) I can
come back to You
“I am here. I
am here. I am
You know those poems you reread even though they made sense the first time? This is one of those poems.
I read it over quite a few times because each little quip in it is surprising and wonderful. I think the flying birds lines and last stanza are my favorite parts, but I overall adore this.
Another winner. Just love the last two stanzas.
This is a beautiful poem