Lindsey in Toronto, Ontario asks…
Roth man, I have heard through the grapevine that you’re into poetry and write some of your own. Can I see something that you have written?
Answer:
You are not the first person to request that I release some of my poetry. But, I have hitherto chosen not to publicly share my work. As such, the following poem is the first that I will reveal to the masses.
Sand Does Not Trap Rays
I have escaped civilization,
Wandering aimlessly through a pitch-black desert.
A gentle wind choreographs the hallowed floor.
A refreshing cold air has usurped the day’s excruciating heat.
Sand does not trap rays.
Humanity is nonexistent.
Peering up, down, side to side,
I only know the contents of my mind.
I can only feel the present.
When the darkness subsides, I will see again.
When the warmth returns, I will remove my shirt.
But now, I exist in chilly darkness.
Tomorrow is a mystery.
Sand does not trap rays.
Nothing lasts forever.
The stars and the moon are hidden.
Yet, I stand in utter darkness and light.
I am a nomad.
We are all nomadic.
I must accept change.
I am not in control.
I have only the power to interact,
The power of awareness.
Sand does not trap rays.
Nothing lasts forever.
We will all turn to sand.
-Jake Roth
