An Ode to Me

I refuse to reduce myself to bite size pieces so your jaws don’t cramp

Choke on my bones, let the grit caress your teeth

I am the pulp kind

Let my seeds remind you that from rough plains things grow

Lakes fill in murky skies

Rock bottom forces you to look up

When every detail fades light remains

I find solace in knowing that even when my eyes betray me

Curiosity persists... unchanged

On a good day I reflect light

On a bad day I absorb heat

When you inhale me the best of you appears

There is a reason your shoulders drop in my presence

There is a reason you always return