Bio Note: I have a new collection, Apertures of Voluptuous Force (2022, Redhawk Publishing). They join three previous poetry collections, including That Rain We Needed (2016, Press 53), which was a nominee for the Roanoke-Chowan Award as one of North Carolina’s best poetry collections of 2016. Also, Uncommon Book of Prayer (2021, Main Street Rag) which chronicles family travels in England. I have been nominated for The Pushcart Prize twice.
Reassessing the Body
I check my wrist each morning. Ah, sacred pulse. No faint inflections. No hiccups. Swallow vitamins, and Bee Pollen’s molten yield from a hive to heal abrasions. I absorb injuries and harsh omens. Crystal ball magic, aware new assessments premier each dawn. Recharged, I resuscitate confidence. Dismiss dull grist, sort ideas from idleness. Scoff at routine, and do not watch the clock. Close eyes, lean in, prepared for the right time, the right ransom. Right wind for takeoff into the celebration hour. By afternoon, I add vibrant colors to rainbows. Nimble fingers spin the kaleidoscope – sparkles shuffle, I peep in and plunge into its flat light and float. Its buzz renews rationale like knowing a fresh haircut can change everything – sporting a velvet hat improves my look, a green feather in the band. At dusk, I drift in my hammock, and answer the quick-click of stars, each thrumming its own fable. Here I graph my ascensions in a diary: record which daily angels might pierce my side. I can rest satisfied, allowing leftover honey to dry in my palm. Winter breath, still truest evidence I live.
©2022 Sam Barbee
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