Friday, June 18

Because . . .

IMG_6544wind 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
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
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
clouds, drinking the vapors of trust and basic
instinct, and knowing tomorrow is today and
this day is perfect, certain there’s a rightness to it all

so, on my frail warm breath, like the child I once was,
I answered him simply … because

© 2012 poem, 2014 photograph, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day), All rights reserved

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