The things you do at 12:51am

 
On my trawl for interesting poetry (I've given up claiming it's for my essay...It's just procrastination now), I dug up a gem. I love it when that happens. I thought maybe some of you all might like it :)



I wonder if the sun debates dawn
some mornings
not wanting to rise
out of bed
from under the down-feather horizon



If the sky grows tired
of being everywhere at once
adapting to the mood swings of the weather



If the clouds drift off
trying to hold themselves together
make deals with gravity
to loiter a little longer



I wonder if rain is scared 
of falling
if it has trouble letting go



If snow flakes get sick
of being perfect all the time
each one trying to be one-of-a-kind



I wonder if stars wish 
upon themselves before the die
if they need to teach their young to shine



I wonder if shadows long
to once feel the sun
if they get lost in the shuffle
not knowing where they’re from



I wonder if sunrise and sunset
respect each other
even though they’ve never met



If volcanoes get stressed

If storms have regrets

If compost believes in life after death



I wonder if breath ever thinks 
about suicide

I wonder if the wind just wants to sit 
still sometimes
and watch the world pass by



If smoke was born knowing how to rise

If rainbows get shy back stage
not sure if their colors match right


I wonder if lightning sets an alarm clock
to know when to crack

If rivers ever stop 
and think of turning back



If streams meet the wrong sea
and their whole lives run off-track

I wonder if the snow wants to be black



If the soil thinks she’s too dark

If butterflies want to cover up their marks

If rocks are self-conscious of their weight

If mountains are insecure of their strength



I wonder if waves get discouraged
crawling up the sand
only to be pulled back again
to where they began



I wonder if land feels stepped upon
If sand feels insignificant

If trees need to question their lovers
to know where they stand



If branches waver in the crossroads
unsure of which way to grow If the leaves understand they’re replaceable
and still dance when the wind blows



I wonder where the moon goes 
when she is hiding

I want to find her there
and watch the ocean
spin from a distance
Listen to her
stir in her sleep



effort give way to existence.