6-22-16 Knowing

 •Knowing•

We can make our glasses half full 

Believe the earth is round

Going around and around tasting the same ocean more than once

We can climb tall trees with the leafs colored like the northern skies

Swim in the sand 

Reaching for smooth white shells 

Homes of creatures that left their past behind to find bigger dreams

Hug strangers 

Read their lips but still wonder what their trying to say

But at least you tried 

Eat chocolate crickets and fried ants biting your tongue in disgust

But at least you tried 

Have picnics by a pond 

Throwing bits of bread at the floating ducks 

They flock toward you 

Feeling needed 

Feeling wanted 

Or you can make your glass half empty 

Believe the earth is flat 

Falling off the edge into nothing 

You could stand firm on the cold ground 

Gripping onto the grass 

Never knowing how high you could really go 

Glance at the sand and not wonder what creatures built their homes there or how many grains of sand there are 

Never read the lips of strangers 

Unknown of the stories they hold

Untold ideas and creativity 

Or the questions in their eyes 

Tasting the same food

Like famine in our hands 

You keep the bread for yourself 

Leaving the ducks belly up and needy 

No one comes to you 

And you question why you never even tried