No More of the Same

July 2, 2017

Ordinarily, your shoes stay on your feet,
          your feet           on the earth.

Your skin holds you, dutifully, in its
          serviceable           sack.

Your bones lift you about your business,
          sway                   in passing breezes.

The day unfolds, largely unnoticed,
          water                   under the bridge.

Traffic rumbles with white noise static.
          A little work,           a little small talk,

and you are home again, dog waiting patiently
          to go out.           But suddenly,

there is no ordinary. What you came with
          scatters.           You flail

in a sudden wind, cracking and tearing.
          Strangers           lean in

to staunch your spilling. Men in uniform yell,
          whipping           the chaos

until it stiffens. Lucky, they call you after, meaning
          alive                        if damaged,

part of a new ordinary called coping; You remain
          un-                        convinced.

 


Devon Balwit is a poet and educator from Portland, Oregon. Her work has appeared in Oyez, The Cincinnati Review, Red Paint Hill, The Ekphrastic Review, Trailhead Magazine VCFA, The Prick of the Spindle, and Permafrost.

Art, titled “Sleep Without Words” by Joseph M. Gerace/Wikipoem.org

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