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canary blues

by Sweigh Emily Spilkin


there’s a god point she said in the limbic brain
with the ability to soften perceived threats
white lawn care vans for example
into feet tingling joy pelvis goes with that
the bowl opening to receive
an enemy’s anything worth fighting or
anyone whose story you don’t yet know

organo phosphatewhat’s your story
how can I make a metaphor out of
BounceAll or Tide’s easier
as in allwashed upgone gone gone beyond
is this the bodhisattva’s vow incarnate
to return until every beingllamagoatanteater
has crossed to the otherside
or to go down with the ship

in the fairy tale
the canary dies in the mine
how is that helpful

yes uttered softly
the hinge of me swings to admit you
your stomach ache becomes my stomach ache
both of us doubled over now in the steam
of the saunaboth of us tasting
flat sweet cleaning fluid on our tongues

it feels like there’s some vow I forgot that I took

you never see bumper stickers that readno chems
I’m too tired to fight the systemtoo fuzzy

I could be a light a beaconpublic art perhaps
something to nourishthat’s what I’m dying of
malnutritionat the center of the disease is
a broken heartthe preacher says
what aileth theeI can’t remember
back that farturn of the centurywitch burnings
birth of the cosmos

all the unclaimed grief of humanity
piles up in the atmosphere and eats away at the ozone
global warming is a disease of the fourth charka

none of us were supposed to do it alone
lean into theunknown on the otherside of the
thresholdlet yourself fall through
one moment isn’t enough to carry a life
but one moment lived into light can transform can stave off
thatshut downstop trying no I want you to trypallor
and the ash will become stars or glutathione
which cellularly is the same thing

I’m tired of trying to be clear
perhaps I should surrender to this fuzziness instead

to heal the worldyou must feel the world
then heal the world with the power of shaddai

this is itthere’s no life worth waiting for
when I look back on this song in my journal
it will be just a moment no less no more
even the most broken life can be
restored to its moments

on yom kippur I prayed with the others
and felt our prayers as birdsthis was not an original thought
but the sanctuary filled with pigeons and ravens
and sparrows flapping at the beams all the same
I was sitting in the balcony haunted
by the terrible rustlingmeanwhile everything
grew softif I were a house of light
all who came near me would be bathed by my warmth
I’d like that
the beams of this sanctuary are not inherently holy
the beams are made holy by the hope sent their way

even the most broken life can be
restored

© Sweigh Emily Spilkin 2006


Sweigh Emily SpilkinSweigh Emily Spilkin, MFA is a poet, healer, and guide. Sweigh lives in a sleepy corner of Boulder, CO where she wanders through the foothills, teaches poetry, practices chi kung energy healing, and on a good day, writes. Sweigh loves and is terrified of the Mystery. Over the last three years, a journey with chronic illness has taught her lessons she never wanted to learn, and she is grateful. Sweigh received her MFA in poetry from Naropa University in 2000.

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