Tiny Heavy Things

do you ever think back to the days

when we were just guppy souls

swimming in a fishbowl,

minds tapping on curiosity glass

back when curfew was lightning bugs

and happiness was panting lungs

and burning muscles falling back breathless

against cool grass that told us it was time to

watch precipitation animals cloud dance

across the cerulean sky while we caught our breath?

ㅤ

barefoot, splashing, do you remember baptizing

each other in the river before we cared about religion,

before believing in a god that we would

eventually lose faith in or cling desperately to like

Mama’s tweed jacket in a fast paced crowd?

ㅤ

do you remember the first time someone

let you down?

ㅤ

do you ever think back to being a stone whom

the river flowed around all wu wei sound

or drowned to sediment because even

mindfulness paid no mind to you?

ㅤ

do you remember being a tiny, heavy thing

too?

____________________________________________________

Interested in hearing this poem performed? Follow R.C. Taylor's Facebook page below!