Mietzke's POST Holden Adventure

I want to spend some time learning how to be something by being nothing
I want to ride wings of thought in silent observation of my own insignificance
To breath in and out,
To realize that I am but a whisper on the tongue of the wind
Here for a blink
To brush hands with love and grace
Maybe to tell a story to someone who will remember to tell it to someone
Who might write it down in a journal, as something to remember or ponder
I want to know my life’s worth in the pocket of the time thief
Who steels moments
And collects them in some unseen vault that keeps expanding to hold the value of lived experience
I want, I want, I want
To know where God put his fingerprint on my backside
So that I can prove that I was made by the famous one
Did love leave its mark between my shoulder blades?
If I had love in writing could I ask to be handled with care?
Would I then be seen with regard and question?
What could God have been thinking while he painted this one?
See the curve of her nose?
Was the thin fine hair really necessary?
Is she a masterpiece or has she been left unfinished with colors and lines
That linger and sway before the eye of the beholder?
If I had that glorious claim to fame…
That God created me in a moment of divine love,
Then maybe the gallery viewers would come back for a second glance
Maybe they would sit up on a bench and stare
Trying to reveal the truth
Behind these curves and lines that create me in time and space
The truth is:
I want to be something
Significant or insignificant
Created in a moment of love
I want to know
With my whole heart
That I am wearing divine genes