Saturday, January 24, 2015

Ross Vassilev- A Poem


therefore ...

walking
down the street
with the sun
the wind
and the blue sky
God is waiting
for me to say
something
profound while
the white
butterflies dance
in my head
the cars speed by
and I remember
that day
in 2nd grade
when I got up
unzipped
and showed it
to the girl sitting
in front of me
I tell God
he doesn't exist
so I must be
talking to myself
therefore
I am God with
nothing but
these eyes in my
head staring at
my white hands—
I am alive.

3 comments:

  1. I liked this poem, Ross, and I imagine God liked it too. Take care. It’s always good to see your work online.

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