Secrets

Here we are.

Me, kneeling in wet moss;

you, emerging from the ground-

seemingly omnipresent.

I’m chilled and really uncomfortable,

and it’s quiet in a nervous way.

Leaning down, I cradle you,

perhaps to amplify your voice,

maybe to return the favor.

You, a thing of many-

the dream of conscious beings,

a kingdom in itself.

I, another pathetic human,

asking the same damn questions we’ve always asked; utterly annoying, but we can’t help ourselves.

My cheek is on the ground now, and you tower over me.

I stay there a long time.

What’s that you say? I can hear you now.

I get closer, awaiting enlightenment,

“I don’t know either asshole, and we don’t think anyone does”

Ha.

I get up, brush myself off, look at the blooming stars, and whisper

“Fuck youuuu, because we obviously don’t give up that easy”

I salute the air and walk off.