When an idea rolls around in my head and then drops down into my voice box, I seem to need to write it out to get it out, so here is a continuation of what started yesterday with the “You have no idea” theme. I am not sure where this will go, or if I will change it to “I have no idea.” Right now, I prefer the more universal, “You have no idea,” with the “You” being the poet talking to him/her self.
Today’s journal Notes
You have no idea what I have been thru
said the pork chop to the pig.
No idea how many nights I worried
that I’ll never get to see you
said the tulip blossoms
You have no idea who taught me how
to build a nest, lay eggs, raise my babies,
said the robin.
You have no idea how much fire is in this log.
How many seeds are seeded inside this tomato seed.
You have no idea how many mysteries will unfold
from the skin of your fingertips when you pick up
a pen or touch the keyboard to write .
No idea how long it took the peach to learn how to
surrender to your teeth.
Sunlight travel to your kitchen counter top.
Or if the person who wove the Persian rug
under your feet, ate figs or is alive.
No idea where you will be at 3 pm today.
Will a fish bone get caught in your throat tonight?
I have no idea.