22/30: WHILE I’M HERE
by Zachary Caballero
“And while I’m here on earth, I rejoice in its worth
Cuz freedom is free”
-Chicano Batman, “Freedom is Free”
I can’t name every tree branch I ran beneath like
water under the bridge but while I’m here, let me
Rejoice in the shade outside my door. Sun pours
into my hands like water and I become the color of
Light. Sometimes I want to hold this earth close as if my
heart were a greenhouse. Yes, I want to hold whatever grows
Along the axis of my pain. I have planted seeds like
poems and I do not know if anyone is actually going to read
What I am writing, what I am holding, what I am still growing.
After a long day in the wilderness, I break bread with the balance
In all things. I lament all the bees I’ve killed without first considering
life. Breathing in the same air as the mountains, as the trees, as the river,
I am anchored to the universe, the same why a rhyme sneaks into
every verse. Like it’s supposed to be here. I am supposed to be here.
Hasn’t anyone seen me swimming in the river? Atop the red rocks,
I rock my head gently in the garden of the gods. I commune with
My own existence. Every time I feel my heart beat, I remember
the laws of my body shape every phase of civilization. Look!
Silence is everywhere the cardinal’s song has yet to go. Really
all I want is to walk outdoors for miles and still have somewhere to go.
The sky always answers what’s next. And lucky for me,
everything I see and touch is beautifully enough.