24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
do you remember
sweat, wet bodies
the rain came down. do you remember? cool earth under
your feet. hot air weighing us down
the thick atmosphere squeezing
the rain striking the thin roof
do you remember the heat?from that fire
extinguished that night.
we were pressed together, close
we awoke and we trekked
i saw the range and the lake.
when i looked at you I saw Everything
what did You see?
I want to pass through the other banks, where it’s winding and narrow.
Where I can freely slide down the mountains and hills,
Cascading through the boulders of rocks and creeping in between the sleepy pebbles.
To my senses, it is numbing and very relaxing, with the cool breeze twirling.
The flowing of my current become slow in tempo and very soothing to hear like,
A lullaby to a tired souls.
i want to cross and meet the other streams and playfully run together in harmony
among the bushes and trees causing wildfire.
in bended knees, praying in solitude asking to rescue them from drought.
Waiting, patiently waiting, for direction, for a sign.
Showing me my purpose, what is meant to be mine.
Darkness turns to light, as the sun begins to shine.
Revealing my true destiny, of God’s own design.
That the Earth rotates gentle everyday
That Breeze blows new strength
That the Sun brings me diurnal energy
That the Rain washes away my concerns
That I live the present
That I learn from the past
That I not worry about the future
That I am the best version of me!
(Hour One – Maritza M. Mejia)
Earth, the floor that grounds me.
Wind, the air that surrounds me.
Fire, the burn that warms me.
Water, the waves that push me.
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One Two, I don’t know what to do
Three Four, I can’t take it anymore
Five Six, I know I am sick
Seven Eight, I can’t escape
Nine Ten, I am stuck in my head
This earth, she burns my feet
she swallows me in her endless seas
she spews me, fire heated and flowing.
I push my snake like body to the ocean
I rest, l grow, l sleep, I am time becoming history.
She sings to me, a murmur against my skin,
and l fly a spirit in her wind, dive, drift, flow.
And it was glorious while it lasted, she thought:
The honest, earthy smell of the sheets the mornings after,
The way her fears could disperse on the breeze of his smile.
Eventually, as these things happen,
It was lost in a fire of temper and a wave of hot, bitter tears —
And she wondered if she would ever again
Have a love so elemental.
Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire,
fueling all that we desire.
And yet that base is often attacked.
Yes, based on history, but more myth than fact.
The world dangles not on elemental ire-
As science has shown whenever we enquire.
Yet still, this spell asks for elements of Earth
With a dash of Air and a touch more self-worth
Because they aren’t elements of the universe,
but rather elements of what we make worse.
Nature based in four small things,
Supposed to give us our spiritual wings.
Perhaps it’s not all that strange?
The fact is whenever we get the urge,
from these elements do power surge.
Palace of Justice
J — man — a threatening man —
lifting weights in lights-out jail — it’s his apartment —
and again
— glistening as we do in want and work —
glistening across his back — U — S —
glistening black against wormy white skin
— T — on the long slog to this
moment — this computer —
these hands these keys tea cooling left — I
how the body — this body — has plotted and waited
labored and coded — C — elaborate braided
codes tattooed permanent black, ever unseen
— make it —
make it — fixed — who is fair? of them all?
E — waiting.