Revelation


I feel the sidewalk
burn its direction
into my shoes.

One foot in front
of the other until
I reach cubicle.

I am funneled
into walls where
the same answers speak.

My mind grows smaller
beneath the florescent sun while
my spirit begs for wings to escape glass.

Outside the black and white
laurel points toward the mountain
where days don’t tick to dollar signs.

Revelation roots deeper into the tea leaves.
I’ve seen every sign, but still lost my way,
collecting wants isn’t feeding what I need.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2018



Comments

Gillena Cox said…
AH those questions!!! certains life's clues
Thanks for dropping by my blog today


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Vicki said…
Lovely poem, Susie! I can relate to this one some days.
Susan said…
Welcome! So good to see you! Your narrator is already out of the funnel, reading those tea leaves--and reading all the other signs, too. I live for those revelations.
Old Egg said…
I love your realisation that life is not satisfying you. There must be thousands of people staring out their worrkplace windows (if there is one) dreaming of escape. We must always try to find a life that satisfies us, we can't wait until retirement to really live.
Laurel points towards mountains is my favorite stanza. I hear the sound of high heels.
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Lovely to see you here, Susie. My favourite lines are about being funneled into walls where no answers speak, and seeing every sign, but still losing the way.
Thotpurge said…
collecting wants isn’t feeding what I need... oh I love that.. the big material trap..you've captured it so well!
Sumana Roy said…
Seeing every sign is almost near the destination. What's badly needed is the wing. "laurel points toward the mountain"---So beautiful!
Vivian Zems said…
Its not often I nod and applaud so much at each stanza...but you pulled it off.
'where days don't tick ti dollar signs'... and 'wants that don't feed needs'.....these are just
the 2 lines I'll highlight...but in truth, I felt like posting the entire poem here in my comments.
Bravo!
Kerry O'Connor said…
One can really relate to this scenario.. our souls are trapped by the need to 'get and spend'.
Anmol (HA) said…
This is quite a gripping revelation; I love how you bring together varied elements through your imagery and diction.
I especially liked this bit: "aurel points toward the mountain/where days don’t tick to dollar signs".
-HA
A marvelous expression of the lot of the wage slave.Yet somehow we survive it.Pithy witty and relevant. Excellent work.
This is wonderful, Susie. Looking out those office windows is a certainty of not having what you need.
Carrie Van Horn said…
Oh that last line really packs a punch and brings it home Susie! This is stunning! I love it!!
Magaly Guerrero said…
Wants and needs will never wear the same face, or fill the same holes. May we all realize this huge bit of wisdom in time. If not, well... if not, there will be a lot of nothing. And who wants that?


Love that ending, Susie. Powerful.
Priscilla King said…
As long as the narrator knows what s/he is losing, moments are being lost, but the person is not. There will--probably--be more moments.

(I like this one. A lot.)