wait
don’t wait
this sunrise could be it for you
listen
smell
is it ocean spray, city smells, mountain pines
where you are
that’s it
now
if you don’t pay attention
here
at this moment
well, shit
wake up
you won’t get a do-over
a child grows defiant sad lost dark
like a leaf falling in the dusk
i cannot wait
offer any more rescues
breaths
words don’t stand in for action
in the dusk and the dawn you can hear god
or me
the hum of beauty
life
magic
a wolf spider is known to me as pepe
we’ve been chatting for a few weeks
he askes that i not take out my recycle bin
i encourage him to move a bit higher
we are in communication
communion
looking closely at his magnificent legs
his architectural skills
his artistry
is there any doubt in your mind?
how was this spider project concieved
constructed
set loose to evolve and ultimately show up here
i am the same way
showing up in unexpected places
finding something to celebrate
even in heartbreak and loss
if you seek a spider
a poet
a lover
god
the best prayer is paying attention
listening
harmonizing
each letter i type
brings us closer together
you and i
me and the spider
*god is god*
© 2024 – a walt whitman ai poem by human john mcelhenney
