"Friends 3"
What if your plants and flowers decided to just start walking
around like we do? What if your neighbors were singing songs of love
and friendship to each other?
What if your friends who are far away, who were split like the
winds blown,
Were shown the way back together?
What if there was harvest and sharing with no fighting?
What if there were ways of communicating that involved
Only the body? The bees know, and they fight and then they continue on.
And I've seen the birds do the same. What is that? Greed, pettiness, survival.
We don't know, what can we do? Just what we can. Just as much as we can.
We can float in circles. We can pull up colorful crescents.
We can crash our crowns down to the ground knowing that we don't need them. Nor that sound, the sound
of authority squishing us down, when really it means nothing. The dogs know better.
Listen,
Cute. The cicadas know better.
The wheel on the air conditioner turns and learns its analog
Voyage to the voices.
What if the dogs were communicating a message when you walk by? What if they were saying, hello, neighbor, I'm here.
You are here. We have muscles, blood, guts, bodies, veins, skin, hair, fur, brains.
And we learn and we love and we feel, and we think and we move and we…
Our analog muscles push blood and corpuscles from our heart to our feet, from our head
to the dread that is always there
lying in bed
or rolling around at the top of our head. Reality is what we see.
Reality is what we decide to see. Reality is what we decide to be.
©️2025 Claire Bain
