MIAMI HEAT HARLEM SHAKE
“a pep talk from kid president”
Down in the big green ocean
of birch and fir and pine -
below the verdant canopy
where crickets dance and whine -
we stumbled off the beaten path
and disregarded time
to stand and witness God’s work;
pitying the blind.
Searching for sagely secrets
though, unsure what we would find,
we asked questions for answers
and left love undefined.
Mountains and transcendence;
most especially divine.
Forests of infinite wisdom;
most perfectly designed.
When the cool night fell and the full moon rose,
our bodies shook but did not shiver.
We lay trembling in awe:
Oh Nature, my god.
what do you scribe onto a tree
to acknowledge the body underneath?
does not the tree’s graceful growth
profess the worth of he who slumbers?
oaks bend their limbs to kiss the soil, the womb.
but will the mossy specimen embrace my tomb?
will the root tendrils recycle my ire?
when a child climbs up
will he fall back ripe with knowledge of love,
we have sidewalks for dogs mostly and people walking
to and through and around. not to be interrupted
by greetings or goodbyes or eye contact, god forbid.
engines storm and sirens call out for doomed men
too tied down to escape.
we have grass for looking mostly;
i’ve yet to see a field for running wild.
we are so afraid of falling between rocks and hard places
we don’t know the joy of rolling rolling rolling just because.
We have rooms for people mostly and collections.
We watch others hoard and laugh because
we also know the pain of holding on too long.
bless her heart and ours too, have mercy.
we have beds for sleeping mostly and dreaming
about living and sex and escape.
we will rest and tomorrow I will be here
despite all disappointments because
we have each other, for love
from a sucker for pumps