rewinding

Rethinking
the miracle of life
i'm astounded at the breeze
how does a shift in air pressure
bring things into movement

Reexamining
the source of life
i'm struck by the green
made by chloroplasts invisible
to the human eye
and yet capable of coloring between the lines

Reworking
the mysteries of life
i'm wondering how this stump
is able to push back against me
with a force equal to gravities desire
to pull me towards the earth

Rewinding
my understanding
I discover
that no explanation can en capture
the beauty found in each living thing

the facade

Fashioning lies
out of papermache
I can cover
my brokeness
with this projection of self
yet
an emptiness remains

questioning the source of this desire
to conceal oneself

It eats away
at the colorful paper
peeling back the facade
to reveal what is left
within