Under the KnifeA Poem by Michael Sun BearYet another surgery.4:00 am This special day dawns with Windows opened Two songbirds sing away the darkness So lovely bird voices so early Singing outside my Hibiclens shower Alone in hospital waiting room Anxious, watching, yes waiting Minutes pile into hours My eleventh major surgery So unlovely the scalpel’s slice Which will tear out not just flesh But will rip away All chance at beloved spring rituals Eight weeks, perhaps even more This May, June My eyes will not flinch at Campfire smoke, Will not escape skyward Where stars court galaxies In a whirling, curling eternal square dance Called out by God in every universe After universe in what Feels like forever Up in that quilted sky Of black Of Light Shall I soon be free to Walk the Milky Way Back to remembrance of All forgotten, to Locate the Treasure? Sliding each pane left toward dawn Through each window Of my little studio I shall watch, feel May become June June become July Watch the exuberant turn of Blossom to leaf Some days the season Shall hurdle my fourth floor sills Shall leap at my arms Leap into Love’s embrace, There is only Love Friend There is only Love! Through each memory relive Shall I? Axe, cedar, flames, tent, pine cones An owl seizes the quilt of midnight silence One corner grasped by beak Each hoot moving every element of This lover’s night Closer Lipa descending Down your sweet, sweat soaked Curves Alchemy astride the east flank of Nason Creek Mornings I will scatter food Await the raucous thank you Of Stellar Jays To their voices I shall add Amen, Amen © 2026 Michael Sun BearReviews
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Added on May 5, 2026Last Updated on May 5, 2026 AuthorMichael Sun BearShoreline, WAAboutOnce upon a time, a crazy, talented poet from across the Salish Sea told me of an intense dream she experienced in which she was given a strange title for a poem, but nothing more. She felt it import.. more.. |

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