I’m here to discover

I’m here to discover something
Something good
It’s not apparent
Its maybe love

Or maybe
Just an orange
On the table
That tries to talk
Through the message
Of its colour
Of its ingredients
That wishes to be integrated
With its purpose

Or maybe outside
There’s the Robin sleeping
Protected
By a tangle of branches
His eyelids opening and closing
In that funny sleepy way
Of birds on perches
In the middle of the night

There’s always something
Waiting to be discovered
A message unconnected
An experience undeveloped
A distant signal unheard
But I haven’t found it yet
There’s a seal on nature
A seal on me
The air outside
The thoughts inside
Do not match
Are uneven
Un-level
And I can’t climb out

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012