We Exist Everywhere

Poetry for Life at the Margins

In this week’s “Poetry for Life at the Margins,” I bring you one of my own. As I reflect on what appears to be an unmasking of humanity’s condition, I have found writing to be a valuable tool in my arsenal. Reading and writing poetry has always helped me sort out my thoughts. I hope you find something here for you.

What does it truly mean to be numb, blind, and deaf in a world filled with noise? How can one find a balance between physical stillness and mental engagement? Is there a way to break free from the feeling of being controlled by external forces and become our own creators? All are welcome to share their thoughts.

We Exist Everywhere

The national anthem played

then television static made a white noise.

Today, we pay monthly fees to possess it,

in an assortment of colors

-As if it matters.

The noise is the same

but we are told it is different

and many agree,

Numb, blind, and deaf

-but they agree.

Too exhausted to argue

they acquiesce to the oppressors

but improvement never arrives.

They are resigned to their fate.

I notice physical labor sounds like static,

it provides a type of comfort I am grateful for.

But I remain unmoved from my present spot

-Numb, blind and deaf.

And that life continues beyond my presence,

that my loved ones are provided for,

brings me peace.

My physical rest is a biological necessity.

While my mind and spirit are fully engaged,

my body recovers from its burdens elsewhere.

Yet, in some synapses, brainwaves register this physical world.

If the creator is within us, are we our own creator?

Or are we just puppets a puppeteer controls from beyond?

I imagine our arms and legs dancing

as in a child’s story hour,

but leave the drag queens at home; they upset the deviants.

I must replenish my energy so I may do something…

But I sit blind, numb, and deaf while the world continues its spiral,

the direction of which I know not.

Do we exist everywhere simultaneously?

Am I somewhere whole, with sight, and clear-minded?

The nature of our planet’s orbit gives the concept of time some verisimilitude

But I suspect this is humanity's greatest deception:

that we do exist at once in infinite dimensions

and that time does not exist at all.

This present physical stillness becomes a meditative contemplation as

my mind works everywhere I find myself.

Within this clarity, I am at peace wherever I may wander,

I am comforted, knowing that my loved ones have been provided for.

That we exist everywhere.

And I can see, feel, and hear what’s happening around me.