Poetry: Somewhere

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Somewhere

Somewhere
a piano played.
God was listening
through an open window.

My expression
contracted and wrinkled.
For every time the carving knife
was put to the maple block
plastic ribbons
spiraled forth
to wherever they wanted to go…
to somewhere,
natural outcomes
broke.

Everywhere you go
nowadays
is a somewhere
where a someone
is suffering…
it wasn’t always like this.

When you do not extend
a kind hand
to someone who is suffering,
you help the somewhere
where they suffer
into existence.

Perhaps you should fire your therapist…
and stamp out the pills that help you sleep.
Why should it be
that a restful night is commonplace at all?
When somewhere
your fellows
dwell in chaos and fear?
Perhaps insomnia needs a new meaning.
It is when something hurts somewhere
but you can’t find it.
Wouldn’t you need to be more awake
to find something well hidden…
instead of more asleep?

What isn’t hard to find though,
is someone who needs help…

Tell your therapist
“I can’t sleep because someone needs help
and I have yet to offer it…here…you take the damn  pills”

Somewhere
God was listening
through an open window
to a piano that played a song
about God listening to a piano
that he could hear through an open window.

Somewhere, someone keeps playing our song.

 

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About skymeetingtheground

Healer, poet, author, yogi, single father...outdoorsy guy.
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2 Responses to Poetry: Somewhere

  1. Phyllis Morris says:

    This Somewhere is a really fine poem. I loved it.

    Like

  2. janeadamsart says:

    Thank you for the reminder in this

    Like

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