
I.
I Know Why the Sky Is Blue . . .
but why do I worry about
things beyond my control.
Things that have me by the neck,
and won’t let you go. Like . . .
I wake up, surprised I’m not
dressed as a pauper.
Or I’m so poor that I burn my
clothes for heat.
Or one day I’ll wake up and
be a blurry image of myself.
Someone once said to me,
“There are worse things than dying.”
. . . but I don’t know what.
I believe in God, but can I also believe
in reincarnation?
There are moments that slap you –
like your first grade teacher
also has to brush her teeth,
or when she asks you a question,
she already knows the answer.
I hope I don’t come back
as a dung beetle.
II.
Salt-Bleached Noise
When my head
is full of traffic
and sirens,
I take my thoughts
to the sea
with its soft
quieting sounds,
and I sit myself on
a salt-bleached bench
and watch gulls
stirring silence
into the air.
Written for (I.) Miz Quickly’s Day 28 “Unanswerable Questions” and (II.) Poetic Asides “Slow Down” prompt, and shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter © Misky 2021
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