One With Nature

Art Hernandez 8-13-1996

I feel it beginning, like the slow rising sun over green hills,
My hands like leaves sprouting from in-between flower buds.
My eyes sensing the sunshine beyond the green hills bend to
Enjoy the warmth of it all, and i feel so good, all so very
Well, I begin to swell, like the river rising.
My feet crushing shells become sandy, crusty, and I can feel
The crabs and shellfish begin to build homes in between my toes,
Using my toenails for fun and enjoyment purposes.
My lungs are now like clouds forming and deforming, spewing
Rain, moving white sheets and bundled pillows, fluffy, gentle,
Nice, flowing on breezes, and I shift in the breeze, like leaves,
All sunny eyed.
My tongue has become like the fire, spitting fireballs, licking
Rock and boiling it into rivers of hot bubbly slag. The hair
On my body swirl and twirl and twist, like nothing ever seen,
Twirl, bending like sunshine through thick blue glass. My
Shoulders are mountains that tower above the rest of the world,
Clouds forming like my lungs forming all around them. The nose
And ears are inlets and islands, teeth rocky points from where
Birds take off of. I have become one with nature.

Art Hernandez 8-13-1996

Sunshine On My Mind by Amamak Photography via Flickr

Words by Pablo Neruda

“I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way than this:

where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ”

~ Pablo Neruda ~

It’s One of Those Nights Again

Not two of those nights one of those nights

 The sun is not out anymore nowhere to be seen

 And the birds are sleeping as the bats are out screeching

 Really annoying screeches

 It’s dark again the only light from the lamp by me

 And that’s a black light, ain’t no real light

 One of those nights again.

 Not Two of those just one.

A. Hernandez 2 24 2022

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Milky Way

I’m making my way through the Milky Way
Passing moons and stars.
I’m making my way through the Milky Way
Watching analyzing guessing what comes next.
I’m making my way through the Milky Way
Praying laughing eating through the Milky Way,
Running jogging walking breathing through the Milky Way,
Dancing reading writing poetry through the Milky Way,
On a great big ball full of air and water,
A big blue marble spinning through the Milky Way.

A. Hernandez 2 23 2022 

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