What’s it like to live

What’s it like to live
each day on the lip
of death?
Our ancestors on the plains,
surrounded by slashing—
teeth, claws, spears—
clearing a seat
for hunger in the circle
as they gazed
into the fire, spared
for one more
star-bristled visitation of night.

It must have made everything
huge—they must have heard
in the quiet times
the ground breathing.

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About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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