remembering animal

If life is motion, then we
are the tellers of it, that primal spin
in the pit of the pelvis a purposed
flutter more tangible than a plus
on an EPT or circled days
on the Monet calendar.  So much
of who we are lifts us from the simmered
organic stew this planet is.  We don’t grow
or kill our own food.  We don’t bear
in the beds we conceived in, and the closest
most of us get to animal is through sex
or birth, the spaces where all is sacred
and none of it sanitized.

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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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13 Responses to remembering animal

  1. stevehi says:

    Excellent !

  2. Heartafire says:

    another jewel, deep and affecting.

  3. Alice Keys says:

    “the spaces where all is sacred
    and none of it sanitized”. I love this line. The life has been sanitized and disinfected out of living. The real stuff can pretty gory, messy and alive.

  4. stupendous! – you fly with eagles madam

  5. Mama Zen says:

    Excellent work. The Monet calendar line is just inspired!

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