☀ Today's Poem: "Creatures Abandoned By Time" Jackie Wang

Everyone wants to be how they are not
Everyone believes they are who they are not

I took a break from my blog only to direct all my energy into journaling

Notebooks fill up

You can't imagine how much attention I give the worm on the sidewalk of LA
or the tree of coral inside my dream

Because I don't know how to be in the world
I don't know how to write toward you

I remember how devotional I felt the morning
the cottonwoods released their seeds to the wind
The way the morning mysteries formed the backdrop of my sadness

Disjunction between inner and outer worlds
meet in an equivalence of language

Experience completes me, I think, and that is dangerous
It loses me there: in the depth of cosmic rays

Long enough to clarify milky images of cotton and moon and
seeds enshrined in threads of pure flight

The dream of transmuted longing, a tickled clitoris

I'm a body of angels, all of me
In the space of what is possible when injured and in need

Something personal permitted by the friend who hears
Who is drawn by the gravity of the wound
Toward the center of the sky that sleeps between my ribcage

What gift?

On the arc of deviation:
a parabola of attention
I learn

I am always entering the dome
in search of a vision beyond the corridor
A way to calculate the slope of your ascent
When you walk up the stairs
Leaking memory

At the top is where it pools and I am amazed
Because when I look through it my gaze turns this disorder
into an architecture of comprehension

The fig on the tree in Mexico
is sweet and I always
get attached to a specific cup

Creatures abandoned by time
A note that says,
"All I remember is an ocean that was too cold for me"

Near the shore a boy and his father pull
a hard thing out of a large clump of seaweed

A stone
A dream of the way your energy wanes
when nobody is paying attention