The Unexplainable
a poem of exploration from my collection Geography of the Mind
I haven't got a clue where the first waves began,the ones I'm walking through on this amazing day,and wish I knew how the sky became so blue,how these palm trees grew from seedsthat came from who knows where,or why I love to rhyme, make music with my words,say what's on my mind and breathe the air,feel the breeze my eyes can't see,loving how it comes and kisses me,soothes my skin, and makes me glad I'm here.Are there even...