Poem 030707

Fillings

When you feel a certain emotion,
A dry enervated crawl through a cretaceous desert.
You come to find
that you are perhaps not who you think you are.
Instead,
you become the emotion that spirals the edges of your body,
like a snake coiling about a shrub
in that same immaculate desert.
You become the beating light that boils you,
The un-firming sand grabbing hold of your wearied footsteps,
the tolerated aroma scarring your memory.
You are no longer a thought.
You are no longer a worker or a couch potato.
Instead you become the refracting blue light of the T.V.,
and the over cooked popcorn in your lap.
You become the impact of the steal pillars colliding,
and the vibration in your coffee mug.
And when you complete your day with what relaxes you.
Go ahead, despair, feel, and be happy.
For those are moments of life,
and life is the moment of now.