Does consciousness exist only when
you name it? Was the double helix a
stranger, the nucleus the first brain?
I feel therefore I am. This is more
peptide than pep-talk. The tongueless
mood is sticking its tongue out at us.
The mountian wool is shaved into
vineyards. Without other there is no
self & and we are not always other of
other selves. Is the moon a self, is
wine or grape? The body & the as-if
body, taking time taste waking slow
rain healing grass.
Copyright © 2014 by Fady Joudah. From Textu (Copper Canyon Press, 2014). Reprinted from Split This Rock’s The Quarry: A Social Justice Poetry Database.