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 says:

    Fantastic poem!

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

  3. 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 says:

    Fabulous Susan. Really enjoyed this.

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

  6. Trent Lewin says:

    Good stuff Susan. Lots of great lines in here.

  7. Rhonda says:

    This is fantastic. Exhibit B – Poet extraordinaire!

  8. 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 says:

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

  10. 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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