April 1, 2024-Poetry Month begins

Today marks the start of National Poetry Month and I’m going out on the bendy branches again. What are the bendy branches? They are where the juiciest and most sun-kissed fruit hang. They are where the dare-devil moves happen. They are where you find out who you are. Last year, I pulled prompts from my Dad’s riding bowler. This year, I will pull objects from a box in storage marked: Altar.

To begin the month, here is a poem called ALTAR which might shed a bit of light on this box, its contents and what is to come.


She called it a relic-quarium
An aquarium of memories.
I stood for hours floating in
her small sea of moments, grasping
each one: What’s this picture about?
Where did this rock come from?
Why is this sack of sand important?
I explored her treasures
thinking I had none. Until
they crowded a corner of my bureau. Until
I nailed three boards to a wall. Until
I filled them year by moment with my own strange booty. Until
they got so crowded, the small ceramic sun from Mexico fell off the edge.
Now the wall is newly painted.
The shelves are gone.
The treasures are in a box.
One by one, I take them out
travel to the exact x/y axis
when it happened.
Each one whispers:
I lived.
I lived
I lived.