Poet and photographer, Ronda Piszk Broatch is the author of Lake of Fallen Constellations, (MoonPath Press, 2015), Shedding Our Skins, (Finishing Line Press 2008), and Some Other Eden, (Finishing Line Press, 2005). Ronda was a finalist for the 2019 Four Way Books Prize, and her poems have been nominated several times for the Pushcart prize. Her journal publications include Blackbird, Prairie Schooner, Sycamore Review, Mid-American Review, Puerto del Sol, and Public Radio KUOW’s All Things Considered, among others.
the energy that surrounds
that which animates gives
form to mud birds whose feather
flames exhale from hand-
held loamy ooze the word first
uttered zoetic fleshy respir-
ation let me adjectivize the rising eman-
ation the lens delights in all
heaven-bodies expanding coming
together Hubble-loved
colorized let me be inspired sucked
out black hole mystery we all wish
to trip or at least a light
pffff that sets the seed adrift
and aren’t we all insufflation
junkies jesus wannabees
glimmer poets resurrect-
ion addicts lovers of unwrap rollers
of stones holy wind blowers gaspers
wheezing & flapping until we
everywhere exhale emit
& up lift
Some days poems come out as breath, as did this particular piece. I was thinking about inspiration, and the odd snippets of the Bible that didn’t make the final cut. Love for words comes in, as do sounds and science, and I began imagining, like the Big Bang, how the whole of us got going and stretched our voices and wings, and how, very possibly, we can use that energy — that respiration/inspiration — to unite.