Braving the Wilds

Field Notes from the Suburban Jungle

Tag: Agnosticism

The Canonization

Science found a way
to carve the essential
from the womb, an artificial
addition to our natural order

leaving behind a brilliant scar,
proud flesh.
Learned lessons and wisdom
is far sexier, I suppose;

An Arcadian Eden, earthly,
encircled in human arms, is
An ordered mess, an empathic axiom
that jumps on planes,

weeps, kisses wounds,
and answers, as best as one can.

Setting the Table in the Age of Reason

“Suffering has been stronger¬†than all other teaching…I have been bent and broken, but I hope into a better shape.” ¬†From Great Expectations, by Charles Dickens.

A dinner fork with a bent tine
Serendipitously landed
At my place setting most often,
It seemed to me.
Flanking a flea market find,
A Wedgewood drabware plate
Crackled and chipped in earnest,
Antiqued sufficiently to suggest
It could have held the roast chicken of
Thomas Paine himself.

The northward tine was at first
Jarring, startling the smooth
Maneuvering of this thrice-daily
Task, sustaining, comforting,
Unifying, at the table
Of those I have borne,
Rendered, after more than a decade of
Sycophantic childhood, as imperfect in
Their teenaged eyes.

The slide of stainless steel
Fits with precision in the
Space between my upper incisor,
My canine, a whistle, never repaired
For a series of human reasons,
Leaving a photo documentary:
A trail of Jaconde-like portraits,
Seemingly confident, omniscient
Expressions, hiding the gaps,
Revealed only to a handful of those
With whom a shared, altruistic,
Symbiosis feeds divinely flawed,
Earthly love.