No Shadow #1


Odd to realize
when looking at the sky

you are looking at everything that exists

When looking at the sky
you are peering so far into infinity
entire solar systems become
invisibly small

The sky
and the air that surrounds you
are not of Earth

The clouds
the wind and the sound waves
are not of Earth

You are at the edge
of the planet
at all times

By jumping leaping running
skipping and falling

you have entered outer space

By rising from your bed
in the morning
walking out into the wind

you have entered outer space

You
are at a crossroads
of matter and the void

Land and no land
Sea and no sea

The universe is real
The universe is here

You have held it in your hands






Robert Frost Experimental Poetry Dream Poem


After going two days without sleep
I finally slept, and dreamed I wrote a poem
called “Two Roads Diverged in a Wood (after Robert Frost)”

In the dream I was standing in a forest

The poem was an experimental poem
Instead of writing words on the piece of paper in my hand
I crushed red cranberries against it
and smeared the juice all over

When the poem was finished I handed it to Robert Frost
He read it and said, as he pinched the right hinge of his spectacles,
“Not bad, not bad, boy, not bad,
but I think it needs more Frosting”

I woke up feeling different