woodandhoney

There could be such strength.
(oh, I want to celebrate you! How can you not see that?)
How astounding that you exist apart from me
like the fire of a whale, like unbroken horses

But instead we shiver like baby sea turtles
Squirming in delicate grays and small bodies
Anguishing the fact we are not lost in another
Rejecting all the ways we have found ourselves
in the endless cycle of all the things that have ever been

Instead we carry shovels of random violence
to inflict on ourselves, we covet those gaping holes
(always crying out, Fill them! Fill them!)
Waves of anger when everything cringes away

There could be such greatness
But we refuse; we are made stubborn with need
Always insisting we cling like barnacles on shells