Everything That Comes To The Surface
Everything that makes its way onto the surface
May be good,
Its matter surplus, or not wanted –
Dead fish notwithstanding.
A surgeon’s stitch forgot, ignored,
(as was my dated fate of late);
The spooned off fat on top of soup,
Secret thoughts self hidden
Coming up and out unbidden,
Sifting happiness from pain.
Again, again,
Examples endless:
Plants that sprout to charm the bees;
Corks that float,
Pus gravitating towards an ‘out’,
Shoots whose object’s being eaten…
Endless signature secretions
For the use of us
And every creature,
Surface purpose their first feature.
Everything That Comes To The Surface 3.12.2020 Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 