Another oldie–believe this one goes back to the late 80s.

Susan Daniels Poetry

1.  Microscopy

Life unfolds
silent in space
small as the pupil of an eye

I eavesdrop chemical language,

tangled helices
I cannot translate.

among these threads
our grandmother’s recipes;
love and bread,
herbs that bring life
mixed with honey
& the yolk of an egg.

Forgotten craft manifest only
in the way your palms open.

2.  In Vitro

Here      everything
is memorized
I know & can number
every facet of bone
each articulation

the brain I study
in anatomy lab
simply architecture
strangely heavy
in my hands;

cerebral ridges
curving inward in subtle patterns,
thoughtprints & dreams
erased moments
after the heart stops.

3.  In Vivo

on a hillside
you close your book, ask
where sky begins
why it does not hold us flat
I say we breathe it

(the threads uncoil)

I want to know where you begin (magic)
to touch core
(a space smaller)

a woman of concrete…

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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  1. Soooo true! You’re wonderful ! Love you ~ Deb

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