Post 26- I AM BACK

And may I say it has been quite a while since we did this little thing called BLOGGING.

I need to get back into that certain swing, don't you think?

Here's some poetry.

What We're Made Of

I found myself wondering this morning

And last night in particular

What we're all made of.

There's oil and water,

Dirt and grime,

Rag and bone,

Blood, snot,

Skin, nail,

Brain,

And instinct all wrapped up in us.

But we've got thought and we like to use it too.

And here's something a little less known;

The warm sense of beach sand against our toes,

The cool breeze of winter upon our cheeks,

A greater sense of knowing that we just can't place,

Something soothing and calming and understanding all at once.

Some might call it being at peace

But I call it being beside Peace

Because we're not exactly a peaceful species.

Perhaps the most interesting part

Of us

Is that one particular spark;

Patterned

Like the web of constellations in us,

Spider webbed through our toes,

The toes of dancers that curl and know the feeling

Of a matted floor or a wooden high beam,

Or the fingers of a writer

That love the curve of a pen meant to fit

Or the click of a keyboard.

That twinge in our nose hairs at the

First frost

Or the warm feeling

In the after glow

Where she's rubbing your back

And you're both smiling

At one another

Like nothing ever happened

And you're just 'Happy to be here, folks'.

And every once in a while

A couple of little transistors

Up in that head of ours

Go off in just the right sequence

And we feel happy,

Or At Peace,

And it's all leading

To one grand thought

Blooming like a rose

In the middle of fall.

Odd, but not entirely out of place.

We've all got that spark:

A little light of brilliance

That puts even sunrise to shame.