Something about how the earth turns with your laughter [Poem on 6-26-12]

I live as a human

being

therefore labeled a

humanbeing.

But it’s the being that under this

magnifying glass.

We multiply

and press repeat

but who stops to feel the earth

pass beneath their feet?

 

To stand in those pristine moments

simply acknowledging they’re

Original.

 

Unique is found in mundane similarities

like a common cough or in listening to the rain.

 

I’d like to say I live artistically

in these minutes

when I am everything, but I know

she owns me.

 

She looks beautiful,

illuminated by a soft blue light in the dark

but are face silhouetted by our GPSs

art?

 

You see,

these days their moving faster

and it’s in her subtle laughter

I’m beginning to understand,

the earth moving is more

than a simple illusion.

Pay close attention and you’ll find

it’s people who ignite your movement.

Let them create your world.