Honesty & Courage Spiral
When the shell of a chambered nautilus is cut away, a nearly perfect spiral is revealed. Found in the tropics, this animal prefers to live in deep waters, beyond the slope of the coral reef. As it grows, it expands its living space, adding chambers. Nautili have been around for hundreds of millions of years, well before the age of dinosaurs. For this reason, they are also known as living fossils.
My parents live close to where the Parry Sound 33 Fire started this summer.
moss clings to my
spaces toured by ants and even
Motionless days pass
solid and sound in all seasons,
even this one, until my senses blistered.
Organized signals for help
unseen as my sedentary
service in subterranean
bass tones even
eluded that fir and birch and spruce and pine
who once stood beside me night and day.
Knowing boots rested on my back, even as I slept
as choked branches lay across my face, as I ate
soaked dreams drank my lineage
hardening the horizon–
Even until smouldering spells
struck nine and I waited to exhale.
One winter a student posted a status update on social media that went something like, “I hate that fat girl in the yoga pants.”
There is freedom in a metaphor. I love its openness to possibility.
When creativity flows well writing is as easy as taking the lid off the jar, grasping streams of inspiration as they swirl above, and then sprinkling words onto the page. Sometimes it can feel like confidently singing a song you’ve known for a long time. Often when I write poetry the story appears all at once and catches me by surprise.
Today I spent a lot of time reflecting on community healing and peace building…then I wrote this poem.