Poem: Deep

As clouds move
Over the calm blue sky
Pondering overtakes my soul:
“Who am I?”

Temples announce they have the answer
Therapists propose
Forty dollars an hour
Vloggers declare the next cure to cancer
Juicers try to sell me power from a flower

I don’t worry about my funeral
“What’ll they all say?
What impressions will I leave?”
They’ll all forget me after the last bite of cake
My memory’ll pass with the last tear of grief

Thus I focus
Not on then but on now
The fleeting moment
The unmilked cow

Another year, another canvas
To abuse with my mighty brush
While sailors long for port
And doggies yelp for biscuits
I yearn for art
A process I call “slow-mo rush”

Art is a fulfilling day
Even the shi**y ones count
Jes’ don’t let your expectations get in the way
While you climb the horse’s mount

Fill up your time
With wonder and discovery
All the things pre-movie ads offer
A blissful winning lottery

Probs will come, yeah, sure
They’re a chance to find your true grit
An opportunity to grow a bit mature
Let your candle be relit

Deep is the universe
Deep are the stars
Deep is the brown trampled ground
Deep are ant-filled sandbars

Deep is your memory
Deep are your thoughts
Deep is your history
Deep are all all the lessons you’ve been taught

~ Gunnar Våken