Exhilarate! - Poem by David Floren
I briskly scrubbed a barnacled cereal flake
From my new Dansk bowl when I felt
Robbed of self.
I knew what brand of bowl it was
But felt the bowl could never know
(Were it the world’s cleverest ceramic biographer)
what brand of me
A chapter entitled
“Escape from self.”
To linger in a corner, back to the center,
Pretending to ignore a tiger.
Your very own will power
Is and will
Look if you see it,
When all this time,
Evidence of beauty,
Of God even
A lingering explosion (the fresh phoenix –
Frozen) on a postcard,
By the kitchen window
(As I scrub, wondering)
Has hung, has self
Of red rockets with green contrails.
They unveil a power slower
Than flower lids admit new sun
From brittle soil, this little
Births a stodgy
Hodge-podge of brittle
You show bloodshot eyes
The point of a sunrise.
All the days.
And graze grace
[4/23/04 Santa Rosa, CA (revision 1/29/08 Livermore, CA) ]
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