Well aren't you

Well aren’t you just a bear with an injury
A ping-pong ball lost
Needle in haystack
Worry bead of DNA?

Aren’t you one of these very words
Surrounded by your family
On a burning sheet of paper
Or hovering in bits and bytes
In the cloud?

Aren’t you the kissing cousin of all things
Blood brother of buttons and fire
A clay of damage and laughter
Dancer in a shaft of sunlight
Message of first breath and open palm?

                                              -- New York, May 8, 2011

1 comment:

Skipper said...

just LOVE the second verse especially.