Difficult Degrees

published in Rose & Thorn Journal

How strong the wood is

how heavy the water

how fire burns you and saves you

how we can suffocate in space.

A leaf knows no direction and it cycles.

 

How I slip across a plank of moods

how I gaze so far in my small mind

how I am not this sick body, but a cycle–a circle,

a painted sphere in orbit given to touch–to feel–magnitudes.

 

I know no direction. The dark, the light–two poles of a whole.

Balance: I pull you too far down and then too high,

but at such lengths

I wander beyond myself

examining the weight

the burning

the constancy

the continent

of such a life.

 

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6 thoughts on “Difficult Degrees

  1. i like how you examine the two sides….fire saves and kills…and this plays on out through your poem as well…the leaf cycles and your cycles beyond your sick body….intriguing piece…

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  2. This has the gravitas of truth. You are almost disconnected from the self here, witnessing the changes wisely as cycles. Great imagery, loved this, and if I could, I’d hug all the PTSD out of you. Much love and kindness, Mosk

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