Totem

I am the cloaked detective
the silent choir
top of the slush pile

I am sleeping in your pocket
a gatherer of secrets
in my nest of old headlines

I am Icarus, scaling the maze
before flight, and Houdini
with supple spine

I am a mathematician
I multiply

I am looking to master
mischief’s map, wherever
X might mark the spot

(Previously published in Frame Lines, 2008. Revised, 2013.)

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2 thoughts on “Totem”

  1. I love revising older poems… they seem so fresh again and you get that ‘where did that come from?’ feeling. Really enjoyed this Zen.

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