Drunk on Everything

Sometimes the beauty is too much.

Truth shows up,
walking through clover
thick enough to stain my cuffs.
It never learned my name.

The air feels like too much,
sweet and careless,
stuffed with honeysuckle
and soft light.

My heart can’t hold it all,
like I’ve won the lottery.

Death walks beside me,
slow, patient,
hands in pockets,
whistling something,
like it’s got nowhere better to be.

He doesn’t speak,
doesn’t judge,
just moves through the sweetness,
like it’s all old hat.

The sky cracks open,
orange spilling into pink,
so loud it makes my head spin.

I try to drink it in,
my hands shaking,
like I’m trying
to hold a fistful
of clouds.

Every step feels borrowed,
like I’ve got too much
and not enough
all at once.

So I keep moving,
feet pressed into the dirt,
hands tasting the wind,
heart too full for my own good.

I know it won’t last.
I know the colors,
the smell of clover
and soft light
will slip through my fingers.

And still, I walk,
eyes wide,
drunk on everything,
because there’s no other way.

Author's Note

Thank you to everyone who reads, listens, and keeps showing up here. The support matters more than you probably know.

I just dropped a brand-new long-form poetry reading on my YouTube channel raw, unfiltered, and straight from the same place these poems come from.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?vJD_4EDxtGWU

If the work resonates, my books are available on Amazon.
Appreciate you all.
Thomas W. Case

Reviews

[Pete]

a simple recipe for survival. the writer revels in the basic pleasures of creation that are here and now choosing not to dwell on the harsh reality of his own mortality. life is indeed short when put into perspective. the beauty of creation can be comforting and intoxicating. we imbibe its good cheer and survive as best we can with what we're given. it does is no good to focus on the negative. the sun on our faces is enough - has to be enough. very thoreauesque thoughts and feelings herein.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, Pete. Much appreciated.

[Michael Sun Bear]

Hello Thomas, thanks for the words of appreciation. I feel the same.

[D. Mansfield]

The closer we get to that "place" the closer we are to death. It's a very strange occurrence but to feel the earth move and the lights explode, you have to journey to the edge. The wildcard is the other person who alone has the power to shatter it

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, much appreciated.

[red93]

Fabulous Thomas, enjoy those days. Beauty is everything, not only feminine Beauty, but the Beauty of our emotions when really attuned. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend. I appreciate it.

[Soren]

A poem of intoxication whether on alcohol, drugs, or simple joy of life and nature itself this poem speaks to the heart of the person that searches for pleasure of living it is a most lovely expression and joy of being. Loved it Thomas.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much.

[Soren]

Most welcome Thomas

[ThisSiteSucks]

Oh my! Thomas! So romantic without trying! Just listening through reading the words has me almost lightheaded! The way you relate your observing of the world and the senses is graphic and intimate. And spiritual, all at the same time!
I feel what you feel. It's almost too much beauty to contain in our human capacity. God is good.
(This is Eternity, GlendaK. I'm in disguise for a book I'm trying to write. Great job!)

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much. You are the best.

[Ken Simm.]

This resonates for and with me. It is visual, romantic, thoughtful and human all at once. Extraordinary write.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend.