A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Spell for Intuition

once your body starts to know
what you don't yet know—

leaden legs, fishgut knived

solar plexus bomb of woven wires

you put your arm up

north, south, east, west
earth, air, fire, water

and when there's nothing left 
to know

keep walking with the wind
you hailed

1 comment:

  1. This is a spell I can use. I really like the last two lines.