we are

we are:
grains of light pushed into form
by chance a miracle made from warmth
sandcastles with personalities who believe in love
and faces that teach us what we're afraid of
plastic buckets build towers, tall
washed away by the tide, nonplussed, they fall
because they trust in
reincarnation
the horizon remains the destination

we are:
earnest sailors looking ahead
guided by stars and trigonometry
to find a way home
so we won't feel alone
but we end up at ports where our sins become known
and we drink down our hopes
hanging aspirations from ropes
and we put on a mask, call it diplomacy

we are:
anxious flowers turning toward the sun
pushing up between cracks in the concrete
trying to thrive a bit more than before
til we're crushed by those walking the sidestreets
a humble pursuit
like an aggregate fruit
growing back in numbers that deplete

we are:
empty temples holding space
to worship thoughts and indiscretions
making promises to saints and commoners
that show their faces to leave impressions
but hide their secrets
that leave them sleepless
and take the host but withhold their confessions

but we:
are not really that complicated
the universe is a body made up of cells
a cosmic membrane keeping us together
it could be heaven, but we make it hell
philosophy just brings us moments of sorrow
science causes division til we're frantic
we believe the screens telling us what we need
given two options: choose freedom or breed
some turning aggressive, and others romantic

but we:
are lonely drops seeking another
forming infinite seas
flowing into each other, symphonies for a lover
like the complex root systems of magnificent trees
to show up, meet close up
beg in poetry before we go toe up
to sing of their praises, navigate all life's mazes
and mastering this waltz so effortlessly

can you hear me whether I'm in a distant place
or at the bottom of some ocean or cyberspace
if it's quiet enough and you listen...

oh, won’t you drown with me?

feel the frisson?