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