“The Thinker” by Jazmyne Bisquera
One shoulder up,
One shoulder down.
A hand living humbly under your chin
And your right arm,
Resting on the chair,
Because it belongs there.
You are the God of sunsets
Master of midnight,
Lovechild of the Bermuda Triangle
And the promiscuous moon.
You are a child’s laugh,
Dreams, hopes, wishes
And Rubiks Cubes,
The smile on my face
As I watch the clouds float by
You are confusing and frustrating
And wonderful and lovely.
You are the one thing I can’t put my finger on
And I only wish that I knew
Just exactly how to understand you.
Free and Featherbrained 