Create The World

"Language actually structures our perception of reality.

Most of the world goes unnoticed because it is literally unremarkable."

-Emory Griffin, A First Look At Communication Theory

I create the aquamarine clouds,

and the tears dripping down from emerald leaves.

I place the blood in the tempest sky,

where the thunder won't cease, if I please.

I create quarks, marrows, neon cones,

even the pebbles buried in the sand.

The sand buried in the sand, I made too,

along with the veins etched into your hand.

I create daughters with softest hair

and smiles for the forever young.

Even the face of the crumbling warehouse

has more tooth left than tongue.

I create the holes in fishing nets

as well as the eyes of butterfly's wings.

I let the water rush from the rocky inlet,

and place the bell in every creature that sings.

I create the moment in between

being restless and slipping into self.

I reach out to touch my newly minted sun,

and blow the dust off the tallest shelf.

I create vacant spaces of time

through giving never the right to exist.

I breathe feathers into the nightingale,

whose vacant song won't ever desist.

Create my eyes when you look into them,

turn them into something you won't forget.

I've created the whole world before me,

and it's a miracle that you're in it.