How We Fit In

[theirishsea]

getting dark
no
snow keeps it light
a heavy weeping cold-hearted kind of day
saying a lot of silence
that you sink into too

not meaning filling up the fields
not emotion sticking to the bare wood of trees
not security resting on roofs
some inexplicable comment from nature
or super-nature
letting us have guilt for
screwing with the universe
oh such theories of human exceptionalism
but we are just spokes or spooks on the wheel
haunting
the great design with imperfection
but nature and/or super-nature
shrugs us off
like snow from a wind-tossed limb

tomorrow our memories will evaporate
the whole human race
cloud
ash
an odor in the wind

[WIREMAN]

oh dor wind....the weathers moved thru....the cafe is rockin and cleanup begins....cold night to come....spring on the horizon....nice poem, im smilin'

[whoaisme]

an odor in the wind? i think god farted and called it earth.

great read, salaams!

[saw]

"like snow from a wind-tossed limb".......sums it up nicely.......it ain't nice to fuck with mother nature