Amy Secrist

Tag: poetry

  • The Gorgeous Sky Doesn’t Wonder if She Should Be Blue

    The Gorgeous Sky Doesn’t Wonder if She Should Be Blue

    The gorgeous sky doesn’t wonder if she should be blue. The sweet grass doesn’t worry about whether she is green enough. It is us, our own eyes and neural networks interpreting greenness, blueness, and enoughness. The crow doesn’t fret about the coarseness of her cawing. The cicada is not concerned with the volume of her…

  • You Are Nature & Standing in the Midst

    You Are Nature & Standing in the Midst

    Look at your hands. They are blossoms, your fingers, petals. Look at your feet. They, too, open and close, your toes, each one, precious petalsit doesn’t matter they curved, crooked and callusedwhen the magic happened inside of you,the energetic core of youthe magic always happening. Look at you. You are the interstices of love and…

  • What Happens When Joy Fills You?

    What Happens When Joy Fills You?

    Do you break open? Do you fall down? Do you float away? Are we vessels for joy? Maybe. And, like, a lot of others things, too, right? Like pain and despair and incredulousness and dignity, honor, pride, grief, and boredom, and… We carry EVERYTHING. Joy makes us feel alive I think. It feels like the…