Danika Sudik
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Augury

I thanked God ​
At the top of a staircase
I cast a shadow today
That’s not to be taken for granted

The stone steps lead down to 
Woods
And water
Man-made.
​
Man didn’t actually make the water
Or the woods, per se
Directed them, I suppose
Is more like it? 

My body cut through the cold air
And I thanked God
I could feel the cold today
Feeling cold is not to be taken 
For granted.

I made ripples today
I looked at the reflections on the water
I didn’t see the ripples I made
Not there
But I can assume that the air I touched
Moved out of my way
Or at least moved in a different way
Than it would’ve had 
I chosen to stay in bed

The butterfly effect

That’s what it’s called
Isn’t it? 

I contemplated God

I’ve been reading a lot on 
Contemplation 
lately. 

Some words don’t make sense right away.
I think that’s why they use them.

I tried to google Contemplative
But wi-fi is unavailable and I wondered
Will I 

Never

Know? 

I was frustrated
So I checked my phone

And answered a text 
Message

But I’m back now. 

***

At a desk 
Warm

I didn’t notice any birds this morning 
Isn’t that funny? 

Perhaps if I had been thinking of them
I would have seen them? 
But I was thinking about my shadow

Maybe there were birds there 
On the water

Oh, yes, I remember now
As I thought about ripples
There were ripples 
Just not mine
So probably they came from birds? 

The place I walked through
Woods and water
Directed with purpose
It’s the Arboretum
There for us to learn from, you know

Specifically created so 
You and I 
Can watch things grow
Or observe when 
Growth is perverted
Or to watch things die

Sometimes 
People go just to 
Watch the birds

To see if our ripples 
Make them fly 
Or perhaps, 
To check 
If somehow, 
It’s the other way around

I thanked God today
For memory
And for imagination
The ability to make things up
When memory fails
For shadows 
And ripples
Not to taken for granted

I contemplated
Birds and God
Which might just be the same thing

I yelled at my son
I told my daughter she was pretty
Sometimes I can’t help but choose 
To stay in bed

And then I am surprised
When buildings collapse
Or a plane is shot down

But am I really? 

Really surprised? 
​
When I make ripples?
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