Day 26: Poem Two

Somewhere else it is already morning,

they are walking in full daylight.

Somewhere there is a rainstorm,

it isn’t winter snowing.

Somewhere a child is opening their eyes for the first time,

what a sight they are seeing

(I wish I could remember that first look).

Somewhere a heart is breaking

mending

bending or

aching.

Somewhere there are

otters holding hands when they sleep

so they don’t float away from each other.

I would like to hold hands with you.

I would like to swap tales with you

I would like to watch the sunrise from a spaceship.

I would like to breathe more deeply.

Somewhere there are people sailing,

drifting toward new land

using a compass for eyes.

Somewhere people are sleeping

and having sex

and laughing

and hurting in their softest places.

Somewhere people are creating

and destroying,

opening

and closing.

Somewhere minds are wandering.

The brain matter blinking,

twinkling like lightning storms-

a homemade firework show.

I have been thinking that there is so much I do not know.

Dreaming of the way other people’s experiences intertwine with my own.

And I know somewhere you’re probably sleeping,

or drinking

or dancing,

loving or crying.

I wonder what you’re doing on nights like this when

the world seems endless

and impossible.

Whatever you are doing, I hope that you are doing it well.