like the orca.

What if...

We cured headaches with songs

of the soul, a breath

To a humm, a guide

that knows

By listening, my stethoscope

Is my hands and feet

My elbows and knees

Fingers and toes...

But those are just reference points (for you)

How do I know??

I see myself without eyes

Like an orca whale

I make maps and I make friends.

This poem is part of a series of 25 daily word experiments I am committing to for the month of October. The motto: “Sometimes garbage, sometimes sweet, not fun everyday, but everyday anyway!” Intrigued to experience what can be created (and discovered) in the process of developing a consistent writing practice, I will be writing a poem a day until my Vocal+ subscription ends at the end of the month. Let’s gooooo!