Poem-a-day and update

[greenstorm]

I wrote all my words into poetry. Now I can't remember how to write like an everyday person. It's like trying to push the intestines back in with my fingers after they've spilled out.

Things happen and life exists. Trees fall, plants grow. It gets warm and cold and warm again. Yesterday was a little heatstroke from rendering lard in the house on a warm day. A goose is nesting outside my bedroom window, three stories down, and her and the gander sing to each other every morning at first light around 4am and wake me. My tomatoes, yellow and scrappy from living in small spaces and cool nights, are going in the ground and greening up within a day or two.

People come and go from conversation. Sometimes there are pictures.

I'll finish my poem-a-day transcriptions here, leaving the relevant one not under a cut.

#57

The umbilicus of domestication
It sounds far-fetched until you walk into a supermarket
And see how everything that feeds us has been shaped
For us
By ancestral hands
Corn from a grass
Wheat from a grass
Tomatoes from a small berry
Milk from a wild ox.
If gifts are a responsibility
Then this gift, which feeds us,
Which has passed through hands upon hands
Is one of the weightiest of all.


#58 A matter of relationship

Mother, you call the seed
And listening to it you learn

Lover, I call the seed
And together we create


#59 Body of knowledge

Body: poised
Concept-muscles: tense
Each word-fiber ready to be pulled into use

But it's not a race; it's a playground
And no one bothered to teach me
To stay within the fences

Everything limbers
With practice, with research,
And with joy
Until I'm spinning on carousels, swinging over bars, and leaping those fences

So much better than fifty arithmetic-pushups a day
And 45 minutes of reading around the track.


#60 A poem a day.

A poem a day. A poem a day.
But life is an avalanche of poetry
Every experience–
Every human experience–
A poem a day. A poem a day.
So many words and I run after them
A butterfly net in a lightningstorm
Sometimes I even catch something.
A poem a day. A poem a day.
“Words, words, words.”
A poem a day. A poem a day.
A poem. A day.
An avalanche.
A word.
A poem a day. A poem a day.
Every day is a poem
A poem within a poem within a poem
Words.
A poem a day. A poem a day.
Every day is words.
A butterfly net on paper
Soggy in a lightningstorm.
A poem a day.

A poem a day.
A poem.
A day.
A poem.