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| Only an Observer
Janet Kuypers 7/24/16 (edited from “Seven and Seven, plus eighteen”, 2007) I know I’m supposed to be the creative one but I started my schooling in engineering I say I’m a writer I say I’m an artist but I haven’t known what to say to you but I want you to understand that if I were a painter I’d be Michelangelo and paint my love for you like it was the Sistine Chapel, our hands touching in the sky, like it was our Last Supper what am I saying painting like Michelangelo I’d probably paint like Jackson Pollock calling splashing and dripping art so maybe I’m not a writer maybe I’m not an artist maybe I’m an observer like an astronomer looking out into the universe learning what makes everything everything because molecule by molecule, we originate from stardust but outer space is a violent place violent explosions create the stars and our earth has earthquakes, avalanches, volcanoes tsunamis, typhoons and in all this madness somehow I’ve found you the journalist in me observed you I came to you asking questions and broke your hardened shell and with you I have walked on the tops of glaciers crouching down from the violent winds with you I have watched solar storms from the Arctic Circle’s Aurora Borealis we’ve even seen it dance over Greenland from our window, 40,000 feet in the sky I’ve held your hand on the Great Wall of China you’ve followed me retracing Darwin’s steps you’ve steered me clear of a rattlesnake bed you’ve shown me how to reload gun magazines and how to hold an AR-15 ‘cause I’ve seen galaxies collide I’ve seen comets smash into planets I’ve seen supernovae and the death of stars and in all of that, I’ve still found you as I said before, I’m only an observer but I’ve found what I’ve been looking for and with these observations, I thee wed and I’ll tighten my grip on your hand because I will never let you go |
