Submitted by Renwick Berchild
How far and wide and constant I have longed
to be sub-atomic and unnoticed, to be of such diminutive size
I could slip into a crack, crawl the universe and
survive, break out slowly
as a sapling, from its seed,
and realize that I have arrived in the Unknown’s heart,
shimmied my particles up an artery,
tumbled into the chambers where the beats, beat,
where the life, lives,
I wish I could.
About the Poet
Renwick Berchild is an emerging poet. Her poems have appeared in The Stray Branch, The Machinery India, Lunaris Review, The Blue Nib, Ampersand Lit, Slink Chunk Press, Streetcake Mag and other e-zines, anthologies, and journals. She was born and raised on the angry northern shores of Lake Superior, and now lives in a micro-apartment in Seattle, WA. You can find her work and additional links at renwickberchild.com
Photo Credit: Rene Magritte – La voix des airs
Terrific poem. And also a wonderful pairing of image and poem!
Reblogged this on The Biblioanthropologist.
Such a beautiful exposition of the heart’s desire.A longing to be inconspicuous and yet to live the life in the simplest way.