Want Less
Don’t know
who I am really
in this new land of trees and scrub
not that I care so much any more
who – is not an issue
do – I don’t seem to care
Be – has taken over
what – matters is
sky and sun
cerelean and aqua
glowing warm air
under and on my skin
Sounds water chimes ocean
voices harmonize
trying to say truth
in music multiparts
sirens intertwine
birds chirp around
the happy mornings
yellow golden green
moss hanging Spanish
slow days slower
full without blaring
quiet feet padding
the beauty
ballet in the ocean
creatures you know
go with the flow
water choreography
seals and cetaceans
wave rythyms and coral beats
ripples in pleasure
blissful leisure
people dancing
on the gulf
bodies swing and sway
in a starry ceilinged night
trying to make contact
trying to get tight
touching turning moving together
patterns find life
eyes look away
hearts and bodies pulsing
wanting yet not
embracing but pulling
away
Ice in the arctic melting
not even slowly
sadness overtakes the water
floundering floating
hungry exhausted walruses
skinny white polar bears
their menthal home dissolving
no more resting
no more nesting
no more frozen paradise
only slow scrambling
despair
Humanoids wanting wanting
devouring inhaling siphoning
excreting gassing dumping
thrusting shoving forcing
wanting wanting
some and more
stuffed to the gills arms and legs
grabbing waddling
craving consuming
molting debris and discard
clueless heartless blinders
entiltement demands
more now
greed a sinful thing
ugly leprous thing
Can’t you see
what we have done?
what we are doing?
sinking in the quicksand
of our own distraught hunger
into the cesspool
of our perverse longing
of our own anxious aspiring
There’s got to be a way
one last breath
stop wanting
Want Less
Want Less
Alexandra Morgan
November 22, 2019
