Is it okay, I ask: that I am still wild?

that I still do not know from where the wind is blowing ; or why this turtle is sitting stock-still waiting for the air to glow // is it okay ? can I drift in this in-between moment for a small eternity (that somehow has begun to speed by) ––– is it okay that our world is collapsing and our minds are mixing and our temperatures are off the charts ? are we safe still , on our little dirt paths winding down the broken everything // is it okay that the leaves still rattle in the summer heat ; and the Green catches everything ; the absolute overgrown wilderness of this season ; the everything time — lush and ecstatic // is the season still hunting towards new light ; are we still allowed to create new things ; hold new ideas in our hands // will we ever create again –– that endless beauty we want bask in :: the swell of lights ; the smell of wooden stages caked in dust and sweat ;; will we all ever again hold on to the rafters ; laugh into the sides of wings ; cackle together in green rooms ; or hold words hostage – hungrily singing them again and again in our memory ;; will we ever play again ; will the future greet me gracefully –– a knock on the front door finally releasing us ––broken out into the satin silver world that should be ;; the world of the beloved community ; of the firm hand of love and justice ; finding that universal hope baked into the Earth’s crust ; are we cooking and when will we be done ? am I okay , I ask , is it okay that I am still free ?

Lauren Suchenski has a difficult relationship with punctuation and currently lives in Yardley, PA. She has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize and four times for The Best of the Net and her chapbook “Full of Ears and Eyes Am I” is available from Finishing Line Press. You can find more of her writing on Instagram @lauren_suchenski or on Twitter @laurensuchenski.