Of Echoes and Explosions

If mourning doves
and pilot gods
bless our hearts
with promises of flight

the least we can do
is dance ecstatic
and echo the signal
with our feet

or freeze our little tails off
screaming at the sun
to come out and play

– – –

bleed it down
to the final drop

then suck it up

and return strong
to the narrow path

– – –

we came from the trees
or from the sea
or some earlier explosion

but all I care about is where we’re headed

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at 17numa@gmail.com. You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.