It’s day 10 of #NationalPoetryMonth. Today I’m publishing a poem in progress. This is a first draft and is not finished. First an experience happened: four deer stepped out onto the road and walked directly toward my car down the middle of the road, causing me to stop and look them in the eyes before they moved on. A feeling arrived: awe at our connection to each other and to everything. Then a question: what will happen when we humans begin thinking about ourselves as one generation instead of 5 different generations? And as one with everything? Then some words began to show up for a poem, but they haven’t started to dance yet so this poem isn’t done. I’ll come back to it later. For now, I’m getting enough down to re-create the experience and feeling when I’m ready to come back to it…
Sentience
blink
Hello deer who stopped my car with your silent presence
pulled me out of rush hour and into enjoy-this-life day
wonder
What if we thought about ourselves as one?
About ourselves as one generation instead of many?
look
7 Lessons in Manliness from the Greatest Generation
listen
Baby Boomer Generation: The Secrets of Aging Gracefully
sniff
Generation X Is Sick of Your Bullshit
touch
Millennials Move Away from Political Party Affiliation
lick
Generation Z Brings Tech-Savvy to Whole New Level
tilt
Spokes-Deer for the Flock of Deer
[welcome]
Sentience
wow
[tears]
bow