Existential Ponders – Ann Privateer


Ann Privateer

Oct. 5, 2015

Texting or Is Love a Microbe?

my mind is on my mind
and I’m thinking in shapes
of love spilling over and out

like a howling booming orchestra
that wakes up the world
before it turns quiet again.

what’s on my mind?

how love flies in and out the window

like sour dough bread microbes
unseen, unheard but you know
they are there.

Something was lost

 then…found again

 on my computer.

 the piece written as I waited

 for the little ball to stop spinning.

Write a comment, what shall I say?

Write about love, how love
Flies out the window

Write about love flying in
Like sour dough microbes

invisible until you taste them

and then, I am hooked, I can never

return to French or Italian
crunchie though they may be.

The night is fiilled with apparitions

on the wall, filmed in low density resolution, emanating from who knows where, gazing at my naval

while I sit and stare.

History Connects Our DNA

those who sprung us

 from old patterns

 lived unknown until one day

when they became visible

invisible ghosts and afterward…

released us to feel fully.

… yeast doubles, opens, becomes

a full form in this moment, our history

becomes old… history is released

to feel the yeast, open and full

in this moment, patterns connecting

to feel this moment.

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