my laugh just traveled 4,000 miles

Posted on August 11, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

forgive me
if I stammer
but

my laugh just traveled
4,000 miles
pinged from satellite
to satellite
over continents
& oceans
to meet your ears

instantly.

I am not
so far
from those
who worship
airplanes
or think cameras
swallow souls

because
I want to shriek
at the impossible
made mundane–
the everydayness
of our voices

my family
floated this distance
in months
once

weaving drunk
once they touched
the sand of
this new continent

the same path
our breathing just
casually stretched across
to braid together
intimately

in seconds

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her ritual

Posted on August 10, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

they need balloons
in heaven
she says

& every year

on her mother’s birthday

she buys a dozen
red ones
& looses their ribbons
all at once

watching
until sky
swallows all that

redness
she calls remembering

& I call love

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Posted on August 10, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

your light kindles me
no need to ignite this soul
already flaming

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Posted on August 10, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

This is perfection (and not unlike my own process), but said so softly, and so beautifully.

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kryptonite does not apply

Posted on August 10, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

you see past
my half answers
to where truth vibrates

as if all those comic books
with x-ray vision

knew you could uncover
everything hidden

and wrote about it

except you
are not superman
with a fatal flaw

just someone
who knows how
to keep vital things

unspoken

& wrapped in a smile

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if we had ever

Posted on August 10, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if we had ever
in these seven years
danced together
you would know
the one way

I would let you
lead me
without question

if not
the only place

but
with heels on
I am taller than you
by inches
instead of fractions

looking up
makes you uncomfortable
leading

and so we move
to different rhythms
in separate music

you will never know
how automatic
those backward following steps

women learn as girls
are to me
encoded
in this body

 

 

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just here

Posted on August 9, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

we live in the bright of the sun
the cupped palms of this valley
holding gently everything
together

even the sky laughs blueness
on our shoulders warmly
and bends to stroke smooth
his reflection
in shallow pond water
edged with purple loosestrife

in high summer even the shallows
are beautiful, the shadows
after sunset not true dark

but simply night
opening hands
to loose dreaming
on a sighing world

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