May 17, 2021

The flora, the fauna, and saying your name out loud.


For me, this valley is a place where life is in balance. The land, the watershed, the climate, the flora and the fauna. If anything is out of place, it’s us, the humans, but it doesn’t have to be that way. We could worship and respect the balance. We could live in the valley and not just on it.

-jobe


At the end of this poem, say your name out loud.

Close the book, or turn off the screen

And re-enter your life, but not the place where you exited.

Re-enter your life at the next sunrise.

Re-enter your life at the place where you stopped growing.

Re-enter your life at the place where you shut down

And start up again. 

Everything that happened, every joy, every sorrow

Happened because of the grace of your life.

This existence belongs to you

And no other. No one else commands you.

At the end of this poem say your name out loud.

You are defined only by the walls you built yourself.

Tear them down now and walk away from the rubble.

Kick and pull and rage until the walls come down,

And re-enter your own life. 

No one can stop you and no one can start you,

Friend, this life is yours.

Yours. 

At the end of this poem say your name out loud.

This poem is over now.

-jobe


LINKS -

Ren Powell

Bait the Lines

Hardcore Zen

haiku eye

The Urban Mermaid

HOOT, a monthly literary magazine on a postcard

The Slowdown

clay and branches

THOTPURGE

Summer's End

Medusa's Kitchen

The Middlewesterner

The Morning Porch/Patio

VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003

thanks/jobe

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