This poem has evolved a lot over the last couple of days. The latest ending really surprised me. Moments when the words and story take on a life of their own are writing at its most fun. Thank you for giving me a platform in which to play.
Whole
There in the button, from who-knows-where found in the pocket of my winter coat felt through the tear in my mitten’s thumb. Visible in the slats of the chair through which the snow tumbles from all but a solitary circle of blue. Known in the difference between a paper plate and a face, commissioned in all-caps: “THE RAINBOW SUN NEEDS EYES TOMORROW.” Held tenderly in today, the anniversary of the black eye in the sun made for ninety-six seconds–a filling shadow we called totality made by the cratered moon–who, when dark, we name New. Touched in the negative space they told us to seek in contact improv, recalled from a solid matter of years before I now sit, fingering a button, waiting for white to disappear into brown to disappear into green, each tiny pore of the earth a tomb with the stone rolled away
I debated between a somatic and written prompt today and decided to stick with written. Life feels like a bit much right now, so let’s keep it simple and accessible. Do yourself a favor and set a timer for this one—4 or 5 minutes. Limits can be freeing.
Write down 5 things in your life right now that make you feel whole. If you feel like it, expand on why.
That’s it! And it’s plenty.
With light, life, and love,
Devon
