Sometimes I Think I Get It Poem by Arsene Hodali

sometimes i think i get it

i get it

if you took the time
to notice the beauty,
the elegance,
of this earthly shrine
you’d get nothing done,
like i

i get nothing done

i stand with my mouth agape
and get absolutely nothing done

i stand and tell myself,
“i will not move until…”

“until these feet of mine
and the footsteps they leave behind
match the beauty of the sky”

i will not move till i can fly

and so,
after all these years i find
i have not moved

in hate or in kind,
in sight or in blind,
in body or in mind,
i get nothing done

i find myself confined
by my want of a spotless shrine

so yeah Mankind…
when, entwined by your daily stride,
i see you rush past masterpieces,
with soles your mother forbid at home,
i think i get it

sometimes