A Collage Poem
Jennifer Angelina Petro
Arranged from the Beautiful Words of the Beautiful Suzanne Snyder
In a hammock behind the frog pond,
I’ve just made magical thoughts.
I’m coming back around to moments,
and feeling/sensing myself
and my surroundings
and letting myself notice: I am.
Gratefully. And it feels so good
to curate that experience,
with such intensity
I find myself wanting more,
and being as decadent as possible
with the wanting more—
for wanting is OK in meditation,
and in wanting still more.
Just because I’m quiet
it doesn’t mean my head is empty.
I am finding joy somewhere–
Here—I am taking peace in whatever form it comes.
Today, I found frogs and so many
pretty purple growing things (Yes—
that’s heaven), I listened
to their beautiful languages–
they all speak
with such excitement—giving me
way too many paragraphs
than I asked for—
but every sentence they speak
rings a chord in my soul–
of how worthy I am,
and I wouldn’t change a thing.