Revitalized
A Poem

After about twenty seconds of solid rubbing, twisting my hands are warm enough to be brought to work again
But it’s hard to revitalize the eyes, they want so much in the way of the same but with subtler alterations
Yeah, they’d like to be featured but they don’t want to burn at the sight of the sun or any one thing
Another twenty seconds go by, and I didn’t write anything, don’t even know which doors to knock on right now
I feel unleashed, but not in the good way; just hanging just drifting and calling out names of random beers
I can’t even drink this away not that I was gonna… Well, I might have thought that way, once or twice
But I had to leave your grip get on with the marching towards another stale camp site full of yesterday’s weeds
Ambushed by a sensitivity that makes a wilderness out of this pseudo-civilazation and all the curses got let out
Another interval, 20 seconds fingers somewhat warmer now but lacking ideas for what to put down next
An absent crack from the basement and I recoiled in the gaze from the mirror, hoping for direction, a plateful to take me up
After all, I won’t be able to leave anything as it stands but the change has to come with and that’s a burden too
J.D. Harms 2020






