Erin Cowart Poems

The was some grass
There was a field
There was a tree
And then there was me
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I find it strange to be sitting
In the restaurant with you
Where last night you sat with another
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Pay attention to the silence
The pause right before words are spoken
The future exists in that holy space
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Here is how we start
Breathe in and then out
Eyes open, then close, then open again
Place your feet on the floor
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Did you ever need to just be held
Gently, like a baby bird or fragile leaf
That when touched harshly
Crumbles to dust in the hand
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I was done
Packed my bags
Ran from the grasp
Of Liars and Cons
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I have been treading the water of the universe
For 15,845 days
Head slightly above the water
Arms and legs in a frantic dance for survival
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We harnessed the power of the sun
Created cells and life from nothing
Cloned and duplicated
The work of the Gods
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Some may say
Look on the bright side
Life is not all doom and gloom
There is beauty to be seen and appreciated
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I read a story of a mother
Who died today from cancer
There was a photo of her family
And a brightly beaming little girl
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