Three Poems by Ginger Cochran

The Float

I am very still.
My chest barely moves with each breath.
I am calm. I am warm.
I feel a rolling sensation across my skin and along my scalp, pushing every follicle straight.
I close my eyes. I am comforted.
I lift above and beyond my weight. Only like lifting a baby.
I feel the air all around me and the pounding of my own heart.
I feel a peace I have always known was there.
I open my eyes and find I am right where I was.

 


THE ANXIOUS POET

I lie in bed and listen. The fan hums and the pencil scraps.

My mind wonders painfully on and on.

one useless thought after another,

looping continuously onto each other with no purpose,

idea or knowledge.

The well within rises up, like a flood and chokes me.

Then… a new sound.

The pounding of my own heart.

 



RECONNOITRE

I DELVE INTO LIFE.
I QUESTION MY REALITY.
I EXAMINE, SEARCH AND SEEK.

LET US TOUR THIS EARTH.
DISCOVER ITS GLORIES.

LET US LEAVE NO STONE UNTURNED!
LET US TURN INSIDE OUT!

LET US SCRUTINIZE EVERY BOUNDARY
AND INQUIRE UPON EVERY WHIM.

DARLING, LET US BE FREE.

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