POETRY I WROTE ON A PLANE #1

 the fish were swimming below
and no one know

the plane is rumbling
and can anyone else feel it?

light is on
is anyone bothered

how can people think this world comes from nothing? -lone star is still out
don't they miss-
they have nothing to hang onto
they have no lifeline

wish the monkeys were free
and wild
but they still were there and that was enough

seahorses, fish and mongoose
has anyone looked at the heart? could that have formed from nothing? without the love and breath and Him. their eyes are open but they don't see

bumperstickers

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay. 

~Robert Frost

I don't know who Robert Frost was; I do not know what he did or accomplished in his life but I know that this is my favorite poem of his. And I could go into why that is but I'm not sure I have a reason and I don't want to know why, actually.

Empty chairs and full floorboards

 I sat on the red couch (it has been in my family since I was born) with you (after dessert- cake of course) and there wasn't any need to talk- talking would disrupt the observations we were making about the warm, yellow room with crowded laughter and conversations. We made them separately and I thought to share one with you, but I don't know if I did. It was a party- a big, warm family one, and I was glad your family was invited I'm glad you came. Parties were held here when I was younger- six?- like how one was last night, and this party brought those memories back. I forgot how much fun they were and how much I enjoyed them. I really enjoyed this one. It filled the house with warm lights, crowded floors, a full kitchen, and comfortable voices from family members that reconnected and met each other again in the celebration of what happened fifty years ago. I liked showing you my room and I wondered what made people stop bringing someone into their bedroom filled with their favorite things and pointing things out, saying "I made that" or "I like this" as everyone did when they kids. While we were on the couch and the murmur of voices fell over our ears, that's what I was thinking of. And you were right: the chair was once full but now it's empty as people get up and leave, happy and full from celebrating. 

Redo (ctrl z)

 Sometimes you have to take everything off and start over again. Separate the scribbles into piles of importance and remove all the tacks from the board. To only put back up the important and meaningful scribbles, only this time you'll start from the left side of the board; when before you started from the middle. That's important. And to pin the robots you drew during a literacy test with the rest of the notes and bible verses and pictures of you and your family because those robots are important. And you'll sit there, with your legs crossed, which you rarely do, and pin the papers and notes back up while listening to an instrumental worship album playing from your computer- without headphones- and maybe one podcast episode because you like hearing another voice in the background. And you'll redo the board until all the papers that are important are back up and you'll realize you have a lot more space than you did before.