5/24/23 Workshop – A Poem by Danusha Laméris

           Danusha Laméris

                      The Watch

At night, my husband takes it off,

puts it on the dresser beside his wallet and keys

laying down, for a moment, the accoutrements of manhood.

Sometimes, when he’s not looking, I pick it up

savor the weight, the dark face, ticked with silver

the brown, ostrich leather band with its little goosebumps

raised as the flesh is raised in pleasure.

He had wanted a watch and was pleased when I gave it to him.

And since we’ve been together ten years

it seemed like the occasion for the gift of a watch

a recognition of the intricate achievements

of marriage, its many negotiations and nameless triumphs.

But tonight, when I saw it lying there among

his crumpled receipts and scattered pennies

I thought of my brother’s wife coming home

from the coroner carrying his rings, his watch

in a clear, ziplock bag, and how we sat at the table

and emptied them into our palms,

their slight pressure all that remained of him.

How odd the way a watch keeps going

even after the heart has stopped. My grandfather

was a watchmaker and spent his life in Holland

leaning over a clean, well-lit table, a surgeon of time

attending to the inner workings: spring,

escapement, balance wheel. I can’t take it back,

the way the man I love is already disappearing

into this mechanism of metal and hide,

this accountant of hours

that holds, with such precise indifference

all the minutes of his life.

Reflective Writing Prompt
What drives your internal clock?

5/3/23 Workshop – A Poem From a Book Banned in Florida

Electrons – Lehab Assef Al-Jundi

Atoms within your body
What seems solid –
knees, nose, hair –
moves swiftly. Particles
orbit each other. Dart like meteors
through vast spaces.

Air about you
made of same.
You take from it
and you give.
Drawing in atoms and molecules
to form
your ever changing image.
Your lips move.
Your tongue speaks your name.
You take it on faith your words will
make sense.

Meaning flows out effortlessly.
Electrons skip like rocks on water
between your solid body
and your electromagnetic thoughts.

You look through a window.
Listen to voices from within and without.
Dazzled by what you perceive,
you wonder about causes and effects.

When a wave of love takes you by surprise,
your eyes well up with tears.

Reflective writing prompt:
Write about what seems solid