Untitled by Jonathan Greene
1.
Who are we, really, in the grand scheme of things? And is there a grand scheme, even?
2.
We wake up, we go to sleep. Day by day. After a while, the days accumulate. After a while, we start to call it life. But is it worth giving it a name? A context? Can you see the thread holding it all together?
3.
Are you special because you are loved?
4.
I changed rooms but I still sleep on the floor. One night a few months ago, I found a caterpillar trying to crawl up my arm. I freaked out. I killed it. I didn’t think. Just reacted.
5.
I wonder if people arrive at their mistakes in the same way.
6.
Who are you in the dark, I ask myself.
Untitled
Jonathan GreeneHonored when
the butterfly lights
on my shoulder.Next stop:
a rotting log.
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1 This is from American Life in Poetry: Column 464 by Ted Kooser.
eclectic2014
Beautiful,going through your work and its beautiful,feel like I could learn more from you as a aspiring poet