Untitled (And That's Something)

I don’t have anything deep or provocative to say

I have no world-weary revelation to share

No brilliantly simple insight to impart to you

No

I’m just me

Naïve and unknowing

I’ve never been anywhere worth speaking of

Never done anything worth bragging about

I’ve not seen a sunrise or sky-rise

But I have danced in the rain

And that’s something

I have savored the night air

And that’s something

I have lived each and everyday knowing that it could be my last

That’s something

I couldn’t give you a perfect sonnet

My eyes are not reflective pools of soul-rending pain or triumphant euphoria

I can’t speak as eloquently as those men in the history books

No

That’s not me

I’m naïve and unknowing

I am boring-- I know it.

I haven’t breathed in the salty-sweet of the coast

I’ve not bathed in the emerald-jeweled waters

My feet have never touched an exotic soil

But I have lived a dream within my mind

And that’s something

I have dreamed a life within a different time

And that’s something

I have a heart

That’s something

I have never felt the warmth of romantic love

Haven’t grown wise in my short days alive

I ain’t never seen myself in someone else

But I have a heart.

If you were looking for more--I dunno-- significance

You’ll be hard-pressed to find it here, unless

You’re reading between the lines

Or

Reading more into those that are written.

This is pointless-- I know it.

I have never stood before the masses

Sewing words together into a medley of melodic meaning

Longwinded lethargic litanies lamenting listless, loveless lives…

Leave me broken…

But I have a heart.

And that

IS

Something…

Isn't it?