I am not the sum of the words that describe me
nor the flow of blood inside veins under skin
I understand very little of life
yet I live
In quiet repose under stellar night sky
I am lost in a song brushed by wind
Hushed, I am humble
so small
Chagall 2018
Alphabet City 
Bull
How so?
Someone seemingly as intelligent as yourself needs to elaborate. I welcome the insight. Seriously.
Show yourself and fight like a struggling artist! 🙂
Really love this, Carlos.
And speaking of Carloses, this brought to mind something I just read over at my friend Mark’s place:
https://mlewisredford.wordpress.com/2018/09/08/thursday-by-william-carlos-williams/
Do you know Mark? If not, I think you’d find much there you would relate to. I feel like I’ve seen your face over there, but my memory…..
He is himself a poet of much depth and breadth. Like minds.
Peace–
Johnny – thank you for the like and the link. A great read. Yes, I have thrown myself into many of Mark’s wormholes over the years, fascinated always by what lies on the other side. A very talented writer. —CC
I thought so, but like I said, my memory….