Since I haven’t posted in ages, figured I’d throw up a new #poem. 
There are things we can’t explain. 
How the nucleus of dark matter is doubt. 

How love can be like a taut crossbow string. 

How silence smells like last week’s leftovers. 

How being reactionary or reactionless is sometimes the same thing. 

How trivialities are often tributes on altars to gods we no longer know the names of. 

How the dandelions really dance when no one is looking. 

How the pinnacle of where you’re going is the flip side of a 1978 penny. 

How the choice of laughter is to be infectious like poxes and salutations. 

How a revolution is really just a bus wheel. 

How shooting stars are not violent, not even stars, but well worth the wishing anyway. 

How helplessness requires help, hopelessness requires hope, and there is a distinction. 

How bandaids get unstuck from the skin and how the bones need bandaids too. 

How ‘everything that happens for a reason’ has no absolute reason. Infinity. Calculus. Pi. 

How the cellphones lock us in towers and are conspiring to kill us all. 

How to boil an egg without YouTube. Again. 

How to wake up in the morning with enough time to enjoy the blackbirds. 

How to stretch and hold someone from a billion miles away. 
There are things we don’t understand. 

Things we can’t explain.

And don’t need to. 
#poem #poetry