3 poems || Felino A. Soriano

a selection from configuring recollections

from 0 – X

weekend

                                        prophecy

or, Sunday phantom of explanatory unheard

voice

an intuitive spectrum of behavior installs programmed response:

Chinese Food:

same size meal as prior participation: fried rice, egg foo young, pan fried chow mein, sweet and sour pork, . . .

yet

                                    the meal did not become an aspect of that evening’s

                                    habitual performance:

my brother, four/or/five , not yet            winged

leapt with limited

knack

                  over (nearly) the chained separation of park and parking lot—

his unhinged leap, a

causational circumference encircling asymmetrical weight to find

the fist of his forehead bang against the asphalt’s risen penetration—

                                   blood

oh, the blood was a symmetrical existence of explained

accidental injury:                        toward the emergency room and waiting hands to

stitch the wound into a subsequent reflection of triangular scar . . .

the Chinese food could wait

until the heal became clarity of fear’s teaching articulatio

without knowing

    how would my eight years

program silence into tolerating

broken rhythms, the holding of a

friendship’s yesterday version: bike

riding onto homemade ramps with

noon’s double-arms reaching into

vertical time, royal clapping at

not falling/flailing into a perfect

landing within the sidewalk’s

good hand; our riding was

a display of skilled mobility, ambulatory

notions etching a facsimile of the crows

our neighborhood wore among hours and

thinking silence—

a riddle arrived at home, my

bedroom door

opened into haze and saddened

physiognomy of parental affection:

your friend

was hit, —a driver did not see the acrobats

of his pedals moving and

when he hit the bumper of the blurred blue

sedan,

         his body, a torpid         configuration

of flail and unbalanced

                                             reinterpretation

landed into pain, scream—

my hearing absconded—

my fear

un

           fastened

Yosemite

experience, annual

concentrated to winter methodology

autumn dissipation                 winter wearing

alabaster cold

-weather clothing

. . . my family within the rented

small hand of a cabin’s dedicated simplicity

outside the hand of what kept warmth whole

we’d become moving games of mobile interactions

of architecting snowmen

with sledding onto mazes of contouring hallways

each

       endeavor a

timeline of intuitive discovery, fulfilled articulation