I
want to write a poem on wet mud
Not
flowers, or love, or how I feel
But
just on plain wet mud
Because
to my eyes it reminds
Of
the delicious color
Of my
favorite chocolate
And
to my nose, the favoritist smell in the world
A
scent that gives
Such immense,
such intense joy
To my
mind it brings back memories
Of
rainy days
And
of those childhood times well spent
Wrapped
in mud
Dancing
and laughing
It
reminds me of the earth
Where
everything comes from
And
will go one day
Wet
mud
Because
when I take it in my hand
It
can become anything I want
A
snake, a pot, a clown
Wet
mud
And
how it gives life
To
all the beautiful trees I love
And I
realize
That
I have stared at the sky too often
And
too long
looking
at the stars
And
thinking of places where I don’t belong
And
now
I
stare at this mud
And I
know it’s there
I can
touch it, feel it, smell it, see it
And
as I touch and smell and see
I
somehow become
Closer
to me.
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