OK, Write A Poem

OK, here it comes…

(am I drunk enough yet?

do I need some music?)

“Is there any life out there?”

I yell.

A poem is words, that’s all.

Why is there poetry anyway?

Because when humans learned

they could speak, they couldn’t

stop themselves.

They came up with philosophy,

politics, religion, all those things

that drag us down.

Poetry, music, what language first

introduced are lost now in the

complexity of our communication

separated from experience.

We should sing to each other…we

really should…the whales do, and 

they are at least as smart as us.

It’s not that they know more than

we do…we know almost everything.

It’s that they haven’t forgotten

reality…how could we do this?

It wasn’t easy.