about a small feeling poem

It’s scary how the marching band

sound of your life can be hushed

by the beauty of the earth –

how you can see the waters and

land stretch like they were

limitless, and in that moment

your skin becomes the outside

of a balloon, filled with too much.

You know then love is a thing

far more than you can carry,

and when the earth tells you this,

it is both very dangerous, and very kind.