Poem 333 (allways capitalize the We)
they say a storm is coming.
I will be scared when the sun is.
Don’t forget We are miracles please
Don’t forget We are
creation’s favorite color of chaos
carried away with ourselves
at 67,000 miles an hour
have gotten pretty good at it
We decipher our location on this big rock
by looking at flaming balls of gas
through lenses We make
by smashing little rocks
and applying fire to them which We also make
It’s wild y’all
There’s too much
of what We are
to be defined
by what we’re not
and in our purest moments won’t We get that
We are the poems they wrote
We are the fires they danced around
They passed us down
from generation to generation
and we’re here now
Isn’t it wild?
how We try and tame it
Obey your heartbeat
because the other way around doesn’t work
Forage the darkness for light
because that’s the easiest place to find it
Pilfer all the joy you can
Stash it in every crevice of this life
Alan Kaufman told me
“Do not let the killers or haters win.”
Jose Montoya told me
“We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.”
The sun is not scared.
so neither am I.
Copyright © 2020 by Andru Defeye. Used with the permission of the poet.