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Saturday, March 13, 2021

Something is Everything

Something sounds so vague and,

like a lump of clay, needs shaping 

into whatever brings happiness or 

is just pleasing to the eye and ear. 


Something ~ left alone and ignored will

dry up, and in the distance of time, loses meaning and substance.


Something is like the fence for

ivy that creeps with tiny feet;

a wall of stone with blossoms frothing from cracks and crevices, or links of wire for blackberries that ripen, cling and climb.


Something is a cloud in the sky 

looking up, there are

rabbits, dragons or only a cloud 

stretched across the horizon.


Something is a tree named elm or oak

until a passerby says hello and pats 

its gnarly trunk imbuing it with 

the personality of a friendly guardian 

granting us shade from the hot sun or 

blessing the ground with pink ‘snow’ at blossom time.


Something is a vehicle by land, sea or air that 

whisks us away to where ever we want to go 

~ in a meander down a country lane to see what we can see,

past fields of heavy headed grain, herds of cattle, or flocks of sheep

or travels to other lands to see castles, windmills and history. 


We are all somethings among the rocks, trees and animals 

and when something joins us all together that 

we can cherish or dismiss or worse yet, ignore 

when something disastrous happens, 

our precious somethings crumble to ash and darkness.


I prefer my something to be

bright, warm and all around me so 

I can see, hear and touch 

somethings that are 

glorious or maybe just nice.


“You are the silence between the notes. The white space between 

the letters. The missing that makes everything else a something.”

~ pleasefindthis (pen name of Iain S. Thomas),

I Wrote this for you: Just the Words

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