Life is a Gem
Is that a marble in your back pocket, or is it a small stone? It's tough to tell the difference between objects that are roughly the same size when the world decides if the value of a physical property reflects what it's worth. Wait and watch as judgment rises and falls like a heavy sigh. Every pocket is stuffed with things to keep, carry, or fling into the wind or water—harsher and deeper than a heavy sigh. The world won't wait in gentle silence for you to choose between something shiny or something sharp. But marble is a type of stone. We can't pretend it isn't buried in the sand at the edge of a dune or in the corner of an unmarked spot overgrown with grass.
every stone
isn’t a toy
marble to toss
Genuine Gemstones
You don’t get better at guessing
how many jellybeans
fit inside a jar.
Growing older
has nothing to do with
winning any prize.
It means maintaining
a childlike wonder
when observing the world
and the natural order of things,
like windswept skies tossing
hair over bone or a bare knee
brushing against resources
and bruising. What nature
rushes us to fix, like memory,
declines as we age.
We forget how to measure
the sentimental difference
between distance and time.
There’s no ruler or calculator clever
enough to convince me the world
is real.
You aren’t a stone’s throw away
from this gingerbread house
stuffed with sweet things to
chew or suck on like candy.
I never moved away from
believing in fairytales
or what lies within
the belly of a witch.
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