What We're Made Of

In my life, made of years and months;
Weeks, days and hours;
Minutes and seconds


I find moments made of color and paint;
Wind, work, loneliness and light;
Sleep and sickness;
Humor and bus rides;
Dirty laundry and golden coins;


And people made of blood, hope, despair and guts;
Water and air;
Thoughts, God, Gods, food, and muscles;
Wonder and excitement;
Speechlessness and vulnerability;
Fast food and belly shirts;
Vintage couches, chairs and carpets;
Oil changes and fashion magazines


Murmuring of winter, summer, fall and spring;
Rain, snow, birds and politics;
Their children, their parents, their eye color and belly buttons;
Broken zippers and lint;
Mice and roaches;
Water temperature and air pressure;
Birthdays and holidays, the circus and the marriage;
Rumors and facts;
News articles and relatives in the strangest places;
Quiet things, and old, dead passions


Things that come and go like weeds in the garden, and green lawns in the yard;
Like music and clouds, movements and ideas;
Dancing and ice, teeth and white pants;
Structure and dreams;
Buildings, their builders and their plans;
Like cars on the road and silly children walking their puppies;
Like life and the breeze
Conversations and old friends on their way out doors;
Flowers on the hillside and rainbows in the spring;


In my life, made of people!
And awe and taste;
Belief and sweat;
Anger, happiness, confusion and madness;
Nervous ticks and vomit;
Funeral homes and hospitals;
Graveyards and swimming pools;
Golf courses and wooden, waning forests;
Ageless strangers and their chapped lips;
Old gum pounded into cement and dried spit;
Winter slush and summer heat;
Concrete and bones, rubber and metal;
Appointments and opportunities, meals and lent;
Childhood, adolescence, and little want to go further;



I find you…

Made of beauty-
A warm spring sun;
Slews of soft feathered birds slipping in and out of sweet fields and simple skies;
Forests overgrown with color, so much spilling out onto our clothing;
Reds! Greens! Orange!
Yellows! Blues! Violets!
Teals, Browns and White!
Coloring us as we slide down into the pools of rain;
Murmuring to one another of all those days
Made of creaks and groans, sighs and taps;
Whispers and weeds;
Styrofoam and velvet;
Barbed wire and floss;
Bird houses and apartment complexes,
Glowing embers and ash filled pots;
Poetry and salt;
Age and want,
And People! All those people;


And then there’s us…
Whispering how we love it all;
The bad days, the good days
So much time, yet not enough to explain
The funniest little things that make us laugh
Or burn our guts and twist our tongues
But there's no reason to try
We're fine as we are