For today’s prompt, write a discovery poem. This poem could be about making a discovery; it could be about something discovered (by someone or something else); or something you’d like to discover. I can’t wait to discover what new poems poets will create.
Afternoon Nap
I am here only to my mid thigh.
My knees, calves, ankles, feet
have yet to return, take shape,
fill in, have edges, be.
Below my mid thigh
I am wide as Greenland.
wider.
I am quite obviously infinite
as I have been
the clock tells me
for two hours
in the middle of the day.
I remember returning
through the crown of my head.
I remember that point being, also,
structurally, like a the final leaf to bloom
on an artichoke, say,
as all the sections pull back
to let,
I will call it - me -
in.
softly. softly.
So, I returned through there
top down
the leaves of the specific
pulling back
made of
light, hues overlapping
and I put myself back together
- it seemed to take an hour -
from some inside out
one color at a time
sheaves of cells at a time.
I make myself coffee
black
and in this wide afternoon
I will myself toes
and a name
to name this gratitude,
this self,
this home-coming.
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