shaken and kissed

it’s hard to know exactly what you’re made of
but I am somehow connected to frost on the mailbox
and dozens of library receipts
airplane turbulence and philosophy lectures
the jump to the heart when a deer blows in the woods
and christmas lights
twenty-one years and still I am barely acquainted with wisdom
but the key (one key) is this:

the key is to stalk the planet like it’s a celebrity and you’re the paparazzi.
the key is to live as though you are begging the universe for an autograph.
and in the indian drum thunder or the blue cedar berries dripping dew
the question of a God-breathed child and the gravity that brings you back around
the universe takes up the pen

watch and pray

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2 responses

  1. That’s lovely! I like the way you put things, especially in the first stanza. The world is a world of beauty, even beauty in brokenness, and all too often we walk right past the beauty and don’t pay attention.

    November 29, 2013 at 8:11 am

  2. Avery Lill

    breathtaking.

    November 29, 2013 at 1:18 pm

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