2022-03-13 #poem-a-day#writing/poetry#draft
why do we chase sunsets? Is it because of their seductive figure that we pine? Addicted to the shivers of color and dancing of shadows, Our bodies writhe in pleasure and our eyes teeter In delight like a baby learning how to stand.
Or maybe it’s because we’ve discovered safety? Fleeing from persecutors of light, we relish the Sight of diluted light, bleeding skies, raw pleasured earth. We take refuge in the velvet folds of a dark tsunami.
The stories from our elders describe a different land. One of albino trees and turquoise seas, roamed by Whimpering beasts, scared of their own shadows Terrified by the coming of light. Powerless and shadowless they lived a senseless life, a reasonable argument for death.
Our ancestors learned to run, and then to fight Against their fright, that insidious worm. They forged their bones with tree limbs to form shade. Wove their blood into their shadows to create power. Sculpted their nerves into the crystals of the sea to make sense.
We chase the Great Miracles because we chose. Chose to leap from the skies and run through the seas and dive through the trees. We found our reason to live, wrapped in the layers of our shadows. We chose and every day we choose. Again.
Again. Again. Again. Again.
Can you leap with me? Will you run with me? Dive in the seas with me? Chase me through it all? Yes once. Yes again. Yes. Yes. Yes.