Bluegreen Thoughts on Saturday Morning

so much inside my head wants to crackle and spark
like a million blue firecrackers exploding in a cold breathing night
so much emotion,
thoughts and questions remain unsaid and unseen,
longing to take shape, embodiment, and explode into dust just to be reformed all over again
like blue firecrackers in their casing in a wooden crate
sitting next to a box of 32 matches

those matches would spark us, move us
toward the realization of the daydream, of the prayer, of the whisper

that day when
when the daydream becomes the truth
the prayer becomes the body
and the whisper becomes the world

firecracker ash digs into the ground
deep into the ground
and springs up new
in the bluegreen grass.