Wednesday, February 04, 2009

a poem by me

a desert mud frog

buried under the dry desert ground
baked hard
one heartbeat per minute
deathly still

dormant senses
no self
all is quiet
all is still

rain pummels the ground
splashes up and falls
harder
faster

the cool water seeps down
between the crevices
into my skin
into my veins

jolted into aliveness
gorged on water
squirming in the mud
surfacing

devouring colors
through my permeable skin
through my membrane ears
through my fast beating heart

hopping
laughing
living
loving

Sunday, February 01, 2009