I was a planet once,
I didn't grow much
a little atmosphere, a little crust
visitors were rare, just rocks looking to make a smash
it was more than enough to spin in space,
with my sun, oh my sun
Another once, I was water
Was I really just that one drop?
it felt so empty, tiny, and at the same time, so intimate,
squashed in with everything I touched,
moving, changing, flowing, freezing, boiling, bursting into gas
I gave way to everything and wanted for nothing
lately I’ve been human
these rearranged atoms have assumed consciousness!
It's incredible; the freedom, the awareness, the choices
but now there's a yearning like I've never known before,
because the remembrance of that gravity, that liquidity, is one of love
or what else would a spirit call their memory of being matter?
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