{"id":14699,"date":"2023-03-15T14:07:18","date_gmt":"2023-03-15T12:07:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=14699"},"modified":"2023-03-15T14:07:18","modified_gmt":"2023-03-15T12:07:18","slug":"poems-by-dan-raphael","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=14699","title":{"rendered":"poems by Dan Raphael"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Re: Recovery<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>things can open too fast<\/p>\n<p>I bang the wall just another time and it falls over<\/p>\n<p>so much I\u2019m not ready for<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>I railed on how the wall was keeping me in, making me less<\/p>\n<p>without admitting my debt for all it was keeping out<\/p>\n<p>letting me avoid<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>to suddenly get to places, tools and actions<\/p>\n<p>I hadn\u2019t accessed in over a month<\/p>\n<p>seldom gradual switch-backs<\/p>\n<p>or like trails without switchbacks only stairs<\/p>\n<p>with down barely easier than up<\/p>\n<p>after so much time spent level<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>going just partway up a ladder and finding scaffolding<\/p>\n<p>going from a long juice fast to a global menu of favorites<\/p>\n<p>jumping on the dusty bicycle then hearing its engine<\/p>\n<p>uphill or dark in every direction<\/p>\n<p>I know I can but do I want to<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Who\u2019s with Me<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>my personal ecology\/menagerie\/workforce<\/p>\n<p>from the clich\u00e9d to the never been classified<\/p>\n<p>the continually reproducing, the once a decade flares<\/p>\n<p>the check-in every week or so for clean clothes<\/p>\n<p>and fresh fruit, gone for several months<\/p>\n<p>but now monopolizing the conversation and menu<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>what prefers windowless, what can\u2019t move without aroma,<\/p>\n<p>what you can set your watch by, what\u2019s so late<\/p>\n<p>i forgot it was coming, the couldn\u2019t be more inappropriate<\/p>\n<p>the we-never-met before that knows the secret handshake,<\/p>\n<p>is this a mirror or a time-machine window, my wallet<\/p>\n<p>but full of yen and kwanza, an ID with the back of my head<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>i understand English but no one here understands me<\/p>\n<p>architecture i have to duck for, favorite foods<\/p>\n<p>i\u2019ve never seen before, today i know the shortcuts,<\/p>\n<p>yesterday i pleaded with the floor to listen<\/p>\n<p>predicting the weather with a thermometer under my tongue<\/p>\n<p>and a pressure cuff on my wrist, trying to remember where<\/p>\n<p>the exits are and that not every door\u2019s ground level<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Not Yet December<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>is this chill just atop my skin<\/p>\n<p>or right inside it, gently closing the door<\/p>\n<p>separating interior and exterior seasons<\/p>\n<p>a life as a year, a month as a breath<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>and now wind I can see and hear<\/p>\n<p>not feel inside me, not see the dry field<\/p>\n<p>surrendering summer skin, sudden birds<\/p>\n<p>taunting the wind, somewhere else there\u2019s rain I can feel<\/p>\n<p>as if that newly precipitated neighborhood\u2019s inside me<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>there\u2019ll be the kind of weather<\/p>\n<p>when the electricity goes out at night<\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t worry but get quickly dressed<\/p>\n<p>more stars than satellites, so few cars<\/p>\n<p>I smell thunder, my shoes scuff sparks<\/p>\n<p>from the asphalt who thinks no one\u2019s watching<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>how far in can the wind get\u2014a sky basement,<\/p>\n<p>what does the temperature difference tween my cold fingers<\/p>\n<p>and my busily digesting stomach stir up?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>my head the most consistent high pressure front<\/p>\n<p>going from warm space to cold are my bones more surprised<\/p>\n<p>than my skin, less than a breeze but movement<\/p>\n<p>what would move toward me if it could, a wall that wants to stay<\/p>\n<p>while the rest of my house surrenders<\/p>\n<p>siding skin with what little insulation settled &amp; thinned<\/p>\n<p>times the wind goes around me cause I\u2019m no challenge<\/p>\n<p>not even friction to trade<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>All Kinds of Wind<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>the wind is a conveyor belt conveying what,<\/p>\n<p>a train that doesn\u2019t stop to pick up or release passengers<\/p>\n<p>pollen, dust, aromas that may be from near or far<\/p>\n<p>changed from the travel, interactions in the closed cabin of threads<\/p>\n<p>within subcurrents within momentum skin, a siren comes and goes<\/p>\n<p>but the\u00a0 traffic sound is another wind<\/p>\n<p>with soft throbs and\u00a0 louder gusts<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>my body\u2019s a wind antenna farm, sensors all over for various phenomena and waves<\/p>\n<p>do the wind and heat need to reach my brain to change my emotions<\/p>\n<p>who triggers what, approximates what, compare &amp; contract<\/p>\n<p>how a temperature feels different if you\u2019re on the rising or declining side of the curve\u2014<\/p>\n<p>the day\u2019s curve, the chain of days as what chain of fronts<\/p>\n<p>moving and working through each other and us, thermal distribution<\/p>\n<p>nowhere near as manipulable as wealth and resources, worth is an opinion<\/p>\n<p>of abstract authority we can\u2019t see or affect,\u00a0 causing the abundances and deficits,<\/p>\n<p>social and economic storms and droughts. atmospheric rivers and heat domes<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>as the wind moves the leaves whose shadows fall across my hands and desk<\/p>\n<p>the wind against and through my shirt, to and from my skin<\/p>\n<p>wind drying throat, thousands of throats<\/p>\n<p>drying pockets, inner linings, shy of light<\/p>\n<p>as a tunnel is just an alley with a roof<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>how can i look at what\u2019s coming down<\/p>\n<p>blinded by physical, solar and societal winds<\/p>\n<p>to what\u2019s waiting in the open, gaining on me<\/p>\n<p>the ground\u2019s own wind shifting me away from<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Among Wings<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>if I was a bird<\/p>\n<p>like a marsh hawk hidden in the reeds<\/p>\n<p>rising suddenly 15-20 feet<\/p>\n<p>then plunging back to where it heard<\/p>\n<p>its next meal scurrying on the ground<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>as there\u2019s never one crow, seldom less than three<\/p>\n<p>moving whenever someone gets too close, in a spherical sense<\/p>\n<p>though I can\u2019t jump up to the wire or tree branch<\/p>\n<p>you just never know leg strength<\/p>\n<p>wings disguised as a coat<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>birds who eat other birds<\/p>\n<p>who put their eggs in other nests<\/p>\n<p>gypsy birds, birds who migrate for weeks<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>fledglings who realize<\/p>\n<p>no matter how much they squawk and chirp<\/p>\n<p>the ground won\u2019t get any closer<\/p>\n<p>maybe the only way to see mom<\/p>\n<p>is to rise up to her<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>owl feathered like a tree<\/p>\n<p>a bird to blend with each shade of sky<\/p>\n<p>water birds with no breath to hold<\/p>\n<p>clearly seeing rodents too far away to get to<\/p>\n<p>swallows\u2019 mini-vortexes pulling insects from other dimensions<\/p>\n<p>hummingbirds so used to sugar water spring flowers confuse them<\/p>\n<p>moss and lichen attract insects so birds will come and groom them,<\/p>\n<p>spread their spores and gift occasional fertilizer<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m a bird half denim blue, half dark plaid<\/p>\n<p>summer plumage so random in color and flesh<\/p>\n<p>no external wings, a nest I couldn\u2019t have made myself<\/p>\n<p>when someone says \u201cfly\u201d I look for what to swat<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Re: Recovery &nbsp; 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