More alive than you’ve ever been.
January 1, 2013 § 4 Comments
Ordeal
I promise to make you more alive than you’ve ever been.
For the first time you’ll see your pores opening
like the gills of a fish and you’ll hear
the noise of blood in galleries
and feel light gliding on your corneas
like the dragging of a dress across the floor.
For the first time, you’ll note gravity’s prick
like a thorn in your heal,
and your shoulder blades will hurt from the imperative of wings.
I promise to make you so alive that
the fall of dust on furniture will deafen you,
and you’ll feel your eyebrows like two wounds forming
and your memories will seem to begin
with the creation of the world.
by Nina Cassian.

A wonderful poem for the new year.
“– and your shoulder blades will hurt from the imperative of wings.”
I can’t wait!
I’m not sure I’d have the uumph to stand up to these promises from another person, but I’d sure like to try! Nice poem.
Speechless aftermath denotes a memorable read… thank you