"Floating on the Stream of Life" - Seaberg Acrobatic Poetry

Ronnog and Steve Seaberg perform Ronnog's poem, Floating on the Stream of Life, in a wading pool at Lake Sirmon's birthday party in Atlanta.

FLOATING ON THE STREAM OF LIFE

You might say
that we are floating
on top of one another.
Slaves are rowing.
No one streers.
Rocking and whispering
for thousand of minutes
hours and years
we float in a shallow boat
which, too, disappears
and the two of us
aren't you and me
but a boat and the sea.

There is no crew
only the two
lines: the horizon
where the sun is rising
and the line where it sets.
We are two pets
on our way by rafts or jets
dancing like dinosaurs
far awy in time
so to say.

Swim like sperm
worm eggs and worm
with goals to have souls.

And like the worms
who keep on living
when they are cut in half
both of us laugh
munching on dirt
one in pants
and one in a skirt
light years
as it appears
from the hurt.

Fossils
sliced or cut
from gigantic birds
or a lizard's butt
Extinct, young and docile
Formally clawed
or cloned apart
living sherds.
Life is a broken urn
We may return
as art.

Ronnog Seaberg
5-12-1997

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