Another piece that I've been working on as of late-- obviously a very rough first draft, but I'm hoping it resonates with some of you. As always, I'm appreciative of any feedback-- negative or positive. Contact me at samjweed@gmail.com.
"Thoughts on the Soul" by Samantha Jane Weed
I know not why the obtuse black hole reaches endlessly
In a cold chasm of desperation.
But I know that when I lay next to someone long enough
And my breath falls into steady, sleepy rhythm
The touch of their hand on the soft small of my back
No longer startles me as it does in waking hours
I know not the silky aqua, crackled gold, and velvety
magenta prisms
Which reflect and cascade in a nebula.
But I know the steady brown of my eyes
Deep pools of Earth
Delicately flecked around the rims
Delicately flecked around the rims
With bands of foiled copper
I know not the elemental properties of Saturn
With its matted, smooth clay rings.
But I know that when the drums begin their cascading riffs
The voices begin their avant-garde wailing
The guitar speeds up with tumbling strums
And the bass drops in an aftershock of effervesence
My slender hands instinctively tap against my legs
In sync with the beat
Just as my dad’s hands do against his own knees
I know not the glittering constellations of this galaxy.
But I know the speckled formations of the freckles
That stamp my neck in a whimsical clump
And dot my arms in tender webs
I know not the vast infinites of outer space.
But I know the vast infinities of my soul
The soul: a field of study more complex
More mysterious
More dimensional
Than the whole universe above.
