Just What Do You Think You Are, Really?
While walking with an art buddy on our way to the Monday Boulder Arts group, I saw a man sitting on the Boulder Mall--he was sitting in front of a 1917 Corona typewriter with a sign that said, "Poems While You Wait."
I asked him how much a poem cost, and he said it was by "donation." He asked me for a topic, and I gave him the question R thinks is important to answer during one's life on planet earth: "What are you?"
So while R and I waited, he typed out this poem:
WHAT ARE YOU?
ashes from great big stars
OD'd on light
caught in skies of gravity
deep enough to draw water
something very near like a first kiss electric
things begin to wiggle and draw in
like a magnetic
all the brilliant designs
that make a home
like fresh love
enough to make it work
you are a miracle of light and ash
putting forth all the effort necessary
to see your love again.
Then Bill Keys read us his poem and I handed him my donation (actually, I had to borrow money from R. to pay for it). I don't know how much a spontaneous poem costs; I hope it was enough; I know I got my money's worth.
I read his poem to our arts group and two of our members asked to hear the last line twice.
Anyway, I am linking to Bill Keys blog at www.poemswhileyouwait.blogspot.com
A great idea and a fun blog; check it out.