I can’t tell you how to live your life…

I can’t tell you how to live your life
Though I’m overloaded with it

Life, I mean—the sparrows
Inside me; the glowworms

Behind my eyes; my fingers
Signaling to the moon—

Life, I mean, unpredictable
Rain loving, silver

And green
In poor photographs

Life that can’t tell you
How to live

Life where we must work
And run

Without direction
I can’t say

Though the white sun
Follows, though

I touch my face
Lie down

At mid day
Dream just a little

Feel the power of circulation
Feel the world

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto