So for the very first time in a very long time, I've written a prose piece that I actually am happy about. And in events pertaining to reality, lately I've been seeking out poetry slams and open mics. Poetry performance is really a great experience; I've had the opportunity to do a few readings. Let us hope more is to come.
The Beach (September 2010)
I love the beach--any beach that faces a vast, intimidating body of water. Even Milwaukee has this; Chicago has it too. I love it because it's a wild, chaotic tumult of atoms ever-changing. At night, the water merges with the sky, starless and black, an abyss. I get lost in it. A drop of water in the ocean. So beautifully simple, yet just as vast and changing as the city that resides on its shores.
I'm very happy here--astoundingly adjusted and comfortable. A part of me never left home; a part of me never lived anywhere but here. In the torrent of souls and bodies that prance upon this distant corner of the universe, I feel that finally the two have aligned. My body is where my soul has always wanted to be. In the clash and clamour of the life within the ocean's depth, I swam out--finally, an egg being hatched. A spec of algae, who finally attained that last cell he needed that would make him glow.
So I glow, and in the light I emit, I see the other specs who finally found their own light. And in that light we emit, this night ocean is on longer black.
