Published: 16 June 2025

we all naturally float

we all naturally float
it’s a matter of fact
carried over a waterfall
bathing in Shangri-la
we all float with ease
it’s true some float more
than others, not to mention
those who are sinkers
but that’s not what
I’m thinking about
rest assured, it seems
a good time to remind you
we’re all born in water

we all naturally float
if not in nature at least
in mind, where, we pause
between pauses, spend hours
like minutes and minutes like hours
because time has no meaning
it’s just another illusion
not to mention a bubble
that’s for real, it rises
between you and me
both of us reflected in it
millions of people
a multitude floating in it
isn’t it wonderful how easily
we’re carried away

yes, we all naturally float
if everything is an illusion
this isn’t, join me
don’t believe otherwise
relax as we recline
upon an undulating surface
that suits us most
we shall drift over crevasses
the ruins of yesterday
requiring only this bubble
to rest upon, despite
the dreadful depths that lie
beneath; if you like
I’ll hold your hand
turn and say to you
if only to remind you

we all naturally float

More Poetry:

The Wall

Walk with me.
Meet the wall.
The wall is the end.
Deep, dense,
charcoal melt into
rusted metal door black,

Step in the soil

Roots are steps in soil. Steps to rise
upon. Steps attended by dark life, earth being
what roots must dig into. To bury these seeds
knowing they will rise again. To bury hands
in rich dirt knowing things will grow well here.
To bury one’s face in a bouquet of lilac without
allowing one blossom to touch your skin.

snow

every flake falls so easily
so many and each one an individual

everything it covers becomes beautiful
it’s impossible to describe these crystals
no more than fear, elegance, truth
bare as you can see
not white — blank

upon the event of my suicide

I hope it isn’t a surprise
I practiced every day, another
unsuccessful attempt, the next morning
recognition of failure, and resolve
to try to do a better job today

I’ve been robbed (of my heart)

Distracted by the irresistible,
misleading is how you stole my heart.
Not just sleight of hand, no, plenty of it.
Grand larceny I’ll never report. Nor admit.
I prefer to believe I’m worth stealing.

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