BECAUSE
by
Jamie Dedes
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wind came through like an old bruja* one night
taking her broom to my cloud, scattering the seeds
of my hording to all the four corners and the center
below where I do my shopping for earthly things
down I went to try to gather them up only to
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meet a philosopher peach who set me on my ear
with his questions on mind, matter, and meaning
wanting to know why he couldn’t taste himself
and how was it that I had a mouth that wouldn’t
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in any trance, no matter the depth of it, be a
peach, pointing out to me how we needed one
another to get the job done and – Why?, he asked
and what could I say, having lived my life in the
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clouds, drinking the vapors of trust and basic
instinct, and knowing tomorrow is today and
this day is perfect, and no matter the whys and
the wherefores, there’s a rightness to it all, so
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on frail rimy breath, like the child I once was,
I… answered him simply: because
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* bruja, Sp. – witch
© 2012, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
Photo credit ~ mohan p, Public Domain Pictures.net
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