Poetic Resonance Imaging

(for a friend getting an MRI)


May you resonate truly
under your magnetic halo,
each synapse firing
sizzling arcs of
memory, emotion, joy,
love, grace in motion

May the intricate pattern of
You grow, flower, thrive

May each lobe and quadrant
glow brightly, like
cities seen from space



...I wrote this a couple months ago for a friend who had major brain surgery 4 years ago, and marks the event every year by getting an MRI. Told her that this was not just a poem, but was also magic. Brain-magic. She laughed, and thanked me. Have another friend who's a physical therapist in the bay area. She asked if she could share it where she works; where she sees many patients needing MRIs and catscans. Hope it's working brain-magic there, too.

My poems are not

My poems
are not
white rabbits
but long
lean hares
leaping electric
through creosote
while sleekly
sweating fear
and joy

Poetry for Brigid

Your kiss
is
pomegranate-spiced
cinnamon bliss
a slippery electric bolt shooting
straight through my root
ohgod
and out my toes
ohyes
tongues darting and rolling and
tumbling and deliciously
echoing the very first one ever
the Big Bang kiss
and every one since
is
Your kiss



This poem was written for a great & wonderful friend, well-met on a Brigid's Day -- and for the thing itself - healing blazing whambam illuminating collision of lips & etc...