The Green Poem

This poem thinks Green.

One time an aura reader at a meditation group told me I was green; I thought he was crazy.

now? a green moment has presented itself.

this lush expanse stretched out by the daughters of dream.

the dream that knows it’s a dream (even if a leafy mint-toned one),

the dream that says, “Wake up! I’m mean, go to sleep…”

there, there: the Dream.

the dream that dreams and knows it’s dreaming

the dream that wakes and forgets itself with a headache

the dream that postures and pretends to be someone else

the dream that’s eternally playing dress-up in the void

the dream that talks to itself on TV

the dream that overhears itself in the next room

the dream that makes too much noise and annoys itself

the dream that wants to tell itself to cut it out

the dream that should cut itself a break instead

the dream that cries itself to sleep at night

the dream that eats too much ice cream when it’s depressed

the dream that has a cavity in its right bottom molar

the dream that worries about next month’s dental bill

the dream that goes to sleep, hoping to wake as another dream

the dream that’s eternally searching for Itself

the dream that recognizes itself in a glance

the dream that falls madly in love with itself

the dream that falls silently on itself in winter

the dream that grows under its own feet in spring

the dream that eats itself

the dream that gives birth to itself

the dream that is you,

the dream that is me.

the dream of this song, of life, every moment—

an infinite joke in proportion.

me, the biggest joke of all, my entire pretended existence, one monumental pretense.

the dream that’s always building itself and disintegrating

the dream that rearranges itself in infinite ways

the dream that’s always returning to itself

but the dream that can only return, if it thinks it left itself:

hence, the Green Poem, both in thought and intention

because only when a Green moment has itself, does it recognize itself.

and I am so grateful for these emerald and sage reflections

I want to drop to my knees and cry jade tears of forgiveness

I could spend the remainder of my life trying to pay back this verdant instant

and I think purple goes well with green, aesthetically speaking.

are you purple?

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Written poem first published in MARY Journal, 2020. Read in MARY Journal→ 

Video poem first published by The Bloom, 2024. Read in The Bloom→