I press myself against the earth to better know the sky;
only in complete still silence can I sense the wind
before it comes;
The tall grasses whisper their secrets to me,
which I tell to the flowers,
if they have the time to listen.
I needn't use words; no one else seems to
when the world is vertical and the horizon is blue;
So even when my lips are clamped shut by cold clay,
I will tell the night all I know of this world.
Share my experiences, and learn what it is like
to sparkle for eons without being counted,
without even a fall to mark your death.
I can share in this view;
I don't intend to fall.
I'll stay pressed against the world until it sees fit
to swallow me up,
and then I will be the whispering grass,
waiting for someone to hear my secrets.
Author notes
"It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me."
-I Am Vertical
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Wow. I like it. I really, really do. You've written it so powerfully! Perfect length, lovely style, good content. Thanks for entering.
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