elusive one?
Are you inside a mind
a body
a culture?
Or are you in the air
intangible
un-graspable
slick with anticipation
or the slime of neglect?
Can you be in two places
at once?
Both inside and outside
acting upon
and acted upon
sealed in the dark, warm womb
and walking in the light besides?
How am I able to channel
one and the other
the poet, the mother
the ship and the drowned?
Can I wrangle
the tangled brain
pull from it an image
of verse
while umbilicaled
to a creation I have yet to meet?
This is the first poem of my attempt at 30 Poems in 30 Days. I got started a little later than 15 July, so my 30 days will run from 18 July-18 August. As always, your comments and constructive criticism are welcome, as these are zero drafts and absolutely unedited (with the exception of spelling). Thanks for reading!
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