Selections from: bursting at the seams
poetry by Ganson Salmon
the Stage
what a strange place to be
the stage
i have never known another like it
here, each sense is magnified
examined
humans are set free
to roam about emotion
flat surface becomes a passageway
door to anywhere
those who are witnesses have entered
this feeding place for the senses
as they consume and experience the journey
the one on stage must lead them
experiencing too, the ride
aware, awake, engulfed
rabid
wild eyed expressions of the human condition
a beautiful curse
chained to expression by desire
what a strange place to be
stick around
stick around, mysterious summer
have yourself a sip of pleasure
delirious sunlight can be so inebriating
take a load off, plastered to the sand carpet
lather this place in time with epiphanies
milky breeze, oh that's good
and now, such humble understanding
never felt this way before
stretch out
renewed in the feather arms of a smile
a day like today
beneath a blanket of fog
my quiet neighborhood begins its morning ritual
drowsily rising
i am still covered in dew
move slowly, my love
step quietly
earth and i, we need a moment
thinking of one another
smiling, as morning light spreads its fingers
nothing, nothing could close the door between us
out the window, a day like today
brings a man to his knees
everlasting truth of mere happiness
it called my name, on a walk
as i smiled, and bit the apple