Warm

The warmth, palpable

The sky; tangibly blue

Such contrasting faults

So at odds

Like two worlds

Claiming each other

We still have green

Luscious, preciously useful

Beautiful Verde

Photosensitizing

The beauty that will save us

The beauty that rises from

Dark, fertile earthen soil

To claim that palpably warm

Blue sky

Brooke Haley

May 1, 2011

Sailing

I am at once too much

And not enough

I feel everything around me

And miss the most obvious event

My queen is forever being taken

Much too early in the game

I am my own life boat

Simultaneously sinking

And saving the vessel

To which I desperately cling

Joyous, in silent awe of life

Then desperately wrenched in the agony

That is our world

I do not overexcite

Nor show how low

This sinking ship will dip

Before I reclaim its control

A poise as much a façade

As it is a reality

This game of Yin vs. Yang

Is mere illusion

But a simplified version

Of grey matter vs. red muscle

And the paths wrought to connect them

Brooke Haley  May 9, 2011