A Waking Poem

I try to pour myself

into the meaning

of the ring

I wore

on my finger,

but I tell you it's useless

simply useless.



Watching, clouds

are speechless

flowers bloom

each day

in wonder.


Birds cannot keep quite

about this,

in fact they sing

every day.



The sun glistens off the sea,

and leaves 

each day 

in homage

to the magnificence

of it all.



And I keep on 

trying to pour myself

into the mold

of your

ring


but it's useless

I promise you,

simply useless.


Particles

friends,

just particles.


Particles in flow

everywhere.


(c) 2014 Chandali