Stranger Stories Poem by Sarah Cotnam

wisdom is decided
after the great ideas
after the life unfolds
like stranger's sheets
on their bed.

wisdom calculations are
by the people left behind.
god makes fate
and judges justice.

colours are added after
just to please the people,
to recognize
those that are human or humane.

I'll tell you stories after,
but right now I can't remember
if I am lost
or just insane.

Last night I walked the forest,
and saw the true green colour.
I thought, 'I must remember;
this evidence that I am human'

these visions that I had,
in the walk I can't remember,
is the story I want the people
to remember.

so I told a stranger.

and woke up in the strangest sheets
I've ever been in.