Awkwardly I Am Poem by Martin Lochner

Awkwardly I am

awkwardly I am
living in my flesh
being very clever
between blunt stones and the glaring sun
I affirm something that already exists.

absurdity, self realization?
projecting that reality away from its source: ME

gaping birth and the two smudges
heaven and earth
exhaling and dripping

don’t get clever with me
it’s the wind rattling the roof
rain coming from a hole through the gutter

thinking the Avatar came
hoping that your porcelain god
Would breathe more life into your LIFE

awkwardly i am
living cured and matured
sepia sagging flesh
sitting on blunt stones
i take in the heat and the sun

Knowing i am alive
Knowing others died

i smile

It’s ok