From a friend of mine...

So I have a friend by the name of Kellum Tate who is a writer and is probably one of the very few people I know that has a mind as crazy as mine. The other day she posted a poem she wrote on her blog and I read it and it blew my mind. For those of you who do not follow her blog, you should, cause it is good.

Well here is the poem, and the link to her blog...

http://thesixteenthzephyr.wordpress.com


“The Seven Days of Creation”

I.

When God separated the light from the darkness, I wonder—

was it painful,

like the ripping of small intestines from the gut,

or wings plucked from the thorax of a housefly.



II.

Today, the world is an umbrella,

water above,

water below.



III.

In the hospital nursery, the attendant dims the lights.

Before she leaves for the night, the third baby on row five yawns,

tiny cherry mouth glistening like a red poppy after the dew,

the first poppy,

the first dew.



IV.

The universe is a lucky woman.

We boast of a strand of pearls but at her neck

cluster suns, cluster moons, cluster planets,

all forged from collisions and cataclysms

by her lover’s thousand-fingered hands.



V.

Fishermen bob in their skiffs a quarter after five,

their eyes alone watching as the fish jumps to reflect first sunlight,

scales now fluorescing coral like rose gold wedding rings,

now dripping scarlet rubies from the crush of the sea hawk’s talons.

Death begins so soon.



VI.

All day long, my dog sits at the window,

watching the goings-on of the neighborhood.

Her tails thumps the off-white carpet.

Look, she says in canine Morse code.

Mrs. Fairfax is checking her mail again.

It is good, oh,

it is so good.



VII.

Dust particles float inside the divinely snoring mouth.

The lungs exhale, and the motes dance, alive,

a solar system above the tonsils.

The lungs inhale, and the dust dies to drift in aimlessness again,

formless above the void.


It kinda puts it all into perspective...