LIFE TEACHES IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS

Life teaches you in mysterious ways-
Full of all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors.

Every time I see you,
you show up
in the same pair of blue jeans
and light blue tee shirt-
Blue... Blue... Blue...
Is it me or is it you?

I wonder,
if the belt is the same
but I never really look-
One,
because your shirt covers it
but also,
I'm not really interested-
I'm wearing black
and together,
we're black and blue-
Two bruised souls
walking by the ducks,
sitting in silence
inside the lake, watching
it stream by...
and by...
       and by...

Life teaches you in mysterious ways-
Full of all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors.

Every time I see you,
you show up
in the same pair of blue jeans
and light blue tee shirt-
Blue... Blue... Blue...
Is it me or is it you?

Sky stares into mourn
then quickens to noon
and soon, after our search
from the tides we skipped
rocks across the lake.
"It's all in the wrist," you said.
Scaling up and down
edges of cliffs
rocks crumbled dry earth.
A downward trajectory,
steep,
crab-legging, belly-up
facing the sun,
scurrying across the views
Beautifully Empty-

I feel empty.
Standing next to your shadow
in the light.
It’s empty.
Beside you cast on the ground.
I Feel Empty
Standing in question,
on top of the world
where the views are
Beautifully Empty...

Life teaches you in mysterious ways-
Full of all its witty parables and awe-struck
metaphors.

Every time I see you,
you show up wearing
the same pair of blue jeans
and light blue tee shirt-
Every time I see you,
It’s always blue.
Blue... Blue... Blue...
is it me or is it you..?
Perhaps, that’s why
every time I'm with you,
I always feel so blue-

Life teaches in mysterious ways...
With all its witty parables and awe-struck
​metaphors-
- Tiny Poet, Life Teaches in Mysterious Ways, 2016