After CA Conrad’s (SOMA)tic Poetry Exercises
Wait for a flood warning
that comes 10 minutes before you’re
meant to leave for rehearsal, or the supermarket.
Instead of leaving, stay. Take your shoes off.
Stand outside next to a tree or a flagpole and
make yourself an outlet. Plug in. Feel the
rage that the rain is trying to douse, let
it burn out your grounding wire.
Call down the lightning with it,
light it up inside you like dynamite
in your hand. Wrap your arms around
the tree/pole for dear life, know
that the lightning with spark through
the roots under the dirt, under
your feet, a neon tree of life
burning up the earthworms and
beetles, the sky will spit its forked tongue
and the earth will boil but like seeks like—
they say you can’t survive
seeing g-d, but you will try.