I feel like hugging a tree
The big pine
At the edge of my yard
Next to the road
But I thought the neighbors might see
Or a car might drive by
And theyd think Id lost it.
I feel like having a beer
But its ten oclock in the morning
On a Tuesday
So I made another pot of coffee instead
Maybe its the unusual warm weather
For Januarys usual cold bite
I think I like global warming
Maybe its not such a bad thing
I have a strange feeling
Rumbling about
In my gut
I cant put my finger on it
But I feel it stirring
Gaining momentum
I feel like
Something is going to happen
Not necessarily bad
Just something
I wish I was psychic
So I could talk to the dead
And know the answers
...jennifer, i missed this jewel in the jan. posting, i am so glad to get to read it now...this is exemplary or so many strong [current] poets, Tony Hoagland, Billy Collins, Edward Guest,...you wrapped me into the [mostly normal PSYCHOSIS] thoughts of some of us, and so it goes. minute to minute to minute...voila!
martin buber of the turn of the century[early existentialist] through the mid-60s was of the similar mind as this pome stirs...martin was talking about ICH DU[i/thou relationship and ICH-ES[an i/it relationship.
"One key Ich-Du relationship Buber identified was that which can exist between a human being and God. Buber argued that this is the only way in which it is possible to interact with God, and that an Ich-Du relationship with anything or anyone connects in some way with the eternal relation to God."
