a poem from the inside.

i have often wondered

how a seed is taught to bloom 

or break.

how the winds are directed to blow;

how the seasons complement their inherited ancestry

and, how one thing

inevitably

becomes another.

how do bones know how to break,

and then fuse into

an empire.

how a breath in births an exhale,

and how death patiently holds the born.

i’ve wondered how a single feeling

seems like a battlefield

of vultures and men,

fighting for the same primacy,

the same liberty;

how truth of speech

seems strategically disguised

as an undertaker

of that

no longer for trade.

i’ve often wondered how

they still know that I feel,

even though I have fought 

and folded

time and time again.

i have,

sometimes felt

this thread

and how it binds

it to that,

they to them,

you to me.

i understand -

but, I often wonder though.

~ 

sincerely yours.