Friday, April 05, 2019

April 4, 2019 National Poetry Writing Month

Darkroom*

In the pitch-black room
Gently grasp the entire surface,
Allowing it to roll between your fingers,
Seeking out that central spot, the springy edge
Between grasping for air and hanging on as the pressure builds.
Pressing gently, softly insert the tip of your finger in the vacant space.
Then, while one hand caresses the ribbed sides,
One finger slides, seeking each millimeter for the middle
Rolling around slowly, firmly feel for the nub
Making sure to be perfectly positioned.
Then with each thrust of the wrist.
The rotating touches spreads wider
Building edge upon edge bigger
Until the climactic moment
When the physical release
Absorbing all the energy
Confirms your goal
Is done.



*Or how to roll film onto a reel for tank developing.

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