Exhibit A

We are proof,
laddered templates
climbing not to heaven
but realization

I can understand
but never define
this holy stretching under
all science

we can sequence
the random:
my son’s sky eyes
my daughter’s chin
the scythe of her smile

(em)bodied

exhibit A
walking/thinking this
out of 40,000 possibilities
is home

and that of all possible random nows
this one happening
is mine

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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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26 Responses to Exhibit A

  1. Miranda Stone's avatar Miranda Stone says:

    Fantastic poem!

  2. “The scythe of her smile”………beautiful.

  3. oneofaclass's avatar oneofaclass says:

    Wow, Susan! My wife and I were just discussing templates yesterday – the templates of expectation versus reality. And how we ended up being here of all places and the magic that made it all happen. I often think that there are messages passed back and forth between each me of the future, past and present. You’ve perfectly captured all those ideas here.

  4. unfetteredbs's avatar unfetteredbs says:

    Fabulous Susan. Really enjoyed this.

  5. I’m glad the gods of random came up with you

  6. Trent Lewin's avatar Trent Lewin says:

    Good stuff Susan. Lots of great lines in here.

  7. Rhonda's avatar Rhonda says:

    This is fantastic. Exhibit B – Poet extraordinaire!

  8. Alice Keys's avatar Alice Keys says:

    My husband read this one to me this morning. I love it, too. This is right on with where we are with our changing moments. Thanks. 🙂

  9. nelle's avatar nelle says:

    Amazing, isn’t it? And so are your words.

  10. Chris Brown Poet (Akéwì)'s avatar Chris Brown (कवि) says:

    Susan, Wow. In awe of this, . . . this work of art. Wow. this is art indeed.

    “we can sequence
    the random:
    my son’s sky eyes
    my daughter’s chin
    the scythe of her smile

    (em)bodied

    exhibit A
    walking/thinking this
    out of 40,000 possibilities
    is home”

    where were you mentaly, spiritually when the muse said this to you.

    Art

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