The Persistence of Awe

I wrote this poem while bored in class. Let me know what you think

I often mishear sentences.

I steal these mistakes:

“Give the sun your heat.”

“Step on those leaves of fallen beauties.”

Why must science destroy awe?

Who commanded this?

Who demanded this?

Who makes these decisions?

Shadows surprise me.

Love implodes me.

Small diamond rings

On women’s hands

Arouse my curiosity

My guilty empathy.

If you look,

People rarely smile

Or look up.

The default setting of adulthood.

If we can find beauty everywhere

Does that make the world beautiful,

Or simply attest to the power

Of our pink mush encased in bone?

Thanks for reading, 

JoeTalk