A photo of a trillion galaxies
Caught on film
Made
By Human hands
And
Yet here we stand
Mere grains of sand
Smaller still
Breathing,
Living,
Making meaning
In dystopian
Society.
Our worth
Unfolding
Through our causes
Agency in identity
Boundless sexuality
Anything that is
Expression
In its most raw
shape.
I reach for you
A pearl
To my humanity
Hoping
To create infinite
Irreplaceable
Significance
In this place
that only values
Spectatorship
Cheap thrills
Importance
In the moment.
With time
the luster dulls
The sheen
Breaking away
Leaving only
Its worn genuine form
No longer smooth
With ridges
Separating
Face
From
What’s underneath
Its vitality
needing a second glance
But
I continue on
With or without
The spotlight.
3 responses to “After the parade”
so many significant ideas are addressed here! I love this idea that we may think so much of ourselves, but honestly we are insignificant from the perspective of the whole universe. I love that you wrote about our craving for the spotlight, insignificant thrills. There are some big and uncomfortable truths in this poem, and I praise you for expressing them!
Thank you! 😊💓 it was fun reflecting on the ideas and to write this poem. Glad the meaning came through.
that always makes the process the most beautiful 🙂