#thatpoetryhost – Americana

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We were American today,
We saw things and said
“How dare that be there?
I must conquer it
Climb it and know it’s beauty from all angles.”
A waterfall knows our foot print.
A glacier speaks our name in cracks and drips.
Our adventure knows no bounds.
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We are blessed the land hasn’t exacted revenge.

#thatpoetryhost – Departure

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Everything is what it’s gonna be.
The bags packed.
Every nothing that I’ve forgotten will be in its place when I return.

The drinks have known my throat.
Duty-free knows my passport and tonight will become today tomorrow.

This is the beginning of ducumentation.
Of flight without feathers
We breath into the sky,
A steel exhale amongst the clouds.

Leaving is always bittersweet.

#thatpoetryhost – on packing

The act of packing is you physically preparing for an imaginary experience.
Foretelling the future in hopes of being ready for everything.
You are never ready for anything.
You trudge through laundry baskets,
Recharge batteries and pretend you can plan
For your life to change.
We make reasons to bring things we know we will lose.
We hold on to broken trinkets,
Chipped memories hard enough to be held;
Thrown into the bag in case you get homesick.
Sometimes circles close,
The gaps become tighter,
The ven diagram overlap and
You become a natural.

Sometimes you taper off… after all the packing,
You realize
You were always ready for anything.

#thatpoetryhost – The Planning Process

I’ve been knowing;

Speaking things into existence.

Finding and creating love;

Reinforcing the love currently residing in our hearts.

This is what I’ve wanted to do.

Me. Being.

Its the process of learning ones self

Owning ones self

And choosing to make things happen.

It takes support.

From the love you have fostered;

And love unbeknownst to you.

It takes a plan greater that spreadsheets and contact forms.

It takes faith in your process and making the process

Work for you.

It takes creating.

Around every corner creating.

Every opportunity, creating.

It takes every talent in your artists handbook.

Every performance you’ve uttered;

Every stitch you’ve strung through the eye

Needling into your day,

Every stroke of every pen

you’ve ever known has led

And will lead

To this experience.

When it seems your life is too much to bear,

Remember – since your first breath, you been in preparation.

You’ve been planning for this all you life.

#NaPoWriMo -11- Found: A Reflection

I found an umbrella today.
The universe was telling me that I should be protected.
Sickness is not my destiny.
I found a broken umbrella today,
It still works though, just takes a little more work to close.
Even flawed it still serves is purpose.
Heart still works though, just takes a little more work to open,
I found a broken person today.
Worthlessness is not my destiny.
The universe was telling me that I should protect the innocent.
I found a person today.