Prompted Poetic Proses, Previously Prevaricated
A New Day
I wonder...
...if the earth tires of spinning, creating day, after day, after day. Or what about the moon orbiting the same path over and over... does it bore of causing the tides to ebb and flow? Will the ocean exhaust itself of making waves? Does the heart wish for a new role, devoid of blood pumping? Do the lungs long for something other than air? Cycles and recycles, patterns grand and minuscule keep our world, our realm, our universe running... flowing... growing.
Turn and Look
"Stand in the place where you were, now face west... think about direction, wonder why you haven't before..."
I love maps.
Sit and play with google earth and hours slip by undetected. I contemplate the size of Earth and her various species, landscapes, ecosystems and relative smallness to the solar system, the universe... I am not even a speck of dust. Zoom in to a location and imagine the experience of a person, an animal, a plant in that location. Mysterious oceans peak curiosity, and feel as though attempting a glimpse of Mars.
Another turn of the globe and I look deeply into war-torn middle east. Grateful for my place of birth... did I choose? Another spin and Antartica's ice covers the phone screen. Will I ever experience a cold such as this? Likely not, and thank goodness! Though the curious cells in my body perk up and wonder, "What must that feel like?" Another spin and the Amazon appears... heart sinks and eyes water, imagining the clearing for cattle. I feel Earth shudder and gasp for air.
What are we thinking?
Bring on the Panic
Rapid-fire breathing, heart rate increasing, body vibrating Familiar feeling, yet terror is peeking Am I dying? I can't feel my toes, arms 'n legs froze I have no body, no fingers, no nose Am I dying? Fly through the ethos, dive into space I am microscopic and have no face Am I dying? Entities seen and heard that are not known I feel a presence and look below, at my body still breathing, heart still beating Am I dreaming? The panic returns with force of thunder I must move even slightly - a blink, a finger... one muscle With all my focus, every ounce of energy I can muster I feel my body once more and move... my... toe... Everything Jerks back into place. Panic subsides. Air fills my lungs. I am in comfort zone, safe in the land of three dimensions Did I die?
