Poem for January 3rd
Note: a few hours ago I woke when my dog started barking at the front door. Someone had smashed the driver's side window of my wee little (old) car with a big ass rock. They didn't steal anything; I have nothing. Three days ago I would have been angry. Today, though, all I could think was: POEM! Rock I can’t see through the window
because I am the problem
a zillion swarming cells, amalgamated intention dark rock and dirt mixed with the
algae/fungus mixture they call lichen
symbiotic relationships heal and carve surprise
rock through window means bill and body shop and anger I stretch arm through remaining shards
touch air still warm with desperation the surprise comes when I hold the rock I can’t see through the condensed vapor of light and dark
because I am a plankton
can’t fathom the depth of the Atlantic
Poem for January 3rd My method through the window, I asked is not the number of owned and intentions The black stone clay mixed classes bacteria mixture, they called the lichen symbiosis The relationship between the recovery and surprises The rock carved window is Bill and body shop and anger The arm, through leftover piece touched gas natural warm absolute
Out when holding the stone Ming-black law through cold steamed Method. Touch deep ocean
Ming-black law through cold steamed Method lovely. We should totally publish this entire collection in a chapbook at the end of the year. Call and Response or something like that. Wouldn't that be awesome?
Glad you were able to turn tragedy in to triumph! Still, it's a bummer about your window, I'm sorry.
Thank you so much. More of a nuisance than anything. My car insurance will cover all but 100 bucks (ouch!), but I'm missing a day of work while I wait for the police etc. Little crimes like this are low on the totem pole, that's for sure. Well, more time for Hubski!!!