ONE MINUTE POETRY - AFTERWARDS

It falls from above through the invisible cracks in our feelings

the fabric of the blue the green the pink it’s breathing

with my arms open I receive it all so well

the moment is burning through my skull

my eyes are blinded by the light the sound the swell

the joy is lushous, delicious in my hands.

How could you not know? How easy it is to go through the motions, without feeling anything at all.

“Wake Up”