My World
by Grace Brubaker
If you ask a scientist
“What is the world?”
What will she say?
She might give you a complex answer
You probably won’t understand
She might talk about matter
Space and gas and stuff
But what if you asked the man on the street?
What would they say?
They might grunt and push on by
Too busy to be bothered.
What if you asked an architect?
What would they say?
A politician,
He should know.
A priest?
I think they have all the answers.
Me?
What if you asked me?
What is the world?
Do You know what i would say?
YOU
Risen In
by Melissa Martinez
See you showed me a new reality,
one I was so mesmerized with but so scared of.
Your lack of leverage made hesitation strenuous.
Yet you found a way to make my existential fire quickly turn into the purest form of water.
Horizons rise and fall
the beauty you see will change,
but you can’t glimpse into the unknown and you must not worry about the things carved in stone
Be in it for the ride and enjoy the views
the roads will follow and focus on the now.
Ignorance is bliss but maybe I’ve always been more comfortable in chaos.