A Call Back

A Poem for Your Wednesday

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Day #74 of (mostly unedited) daily writing/sharing

A Call Back

Lately, I imagine 
each disappointment,  
each ache, each quake, 
each scrape of sorrow,

to be a whisper, 
a knock, a call, 
a siren, that is saying—

Come back.

Back to that invisible force 
that lifts us from the ground
when gravity greed grief 
pin us down,

back to that something 
that grows a human 
from a single cell the size 
of a poppyseed, a human 

who has eyes that see the dew drop, 
the child’s smile, the next word 
of the poem, the next step toward 
home—

back to the ground, 
the dew drop,
the child's smile, 
the next word,
the next step. 

Did you know that, if the blood vessels 
in a human body were laid end to end,
they would be long enough to wrap around 
our Earth two and a half times—

that, in the dark, 
the human body emits 
a very faint glow
eyes cannot see?

Is it possible to know these things
and still not believe
in—

something? 

Is it possible that there is 
infinitely more
than what these eyes
can see?

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