We all have a floor
to rise from
Cord Moreski is a New Jersey Poet, host of Words On Main in Asbury Park and a frequent performer who brings a balance of power and composure to his readings. He is forceful, passionate, he throws himself into the delivery- but he is also a laid back, unassuming guy. He is, in person, like his poetry. His poems are straightforward, but read them twice. This poetry chapbook from Indigent Press is white, stark, with a simple sketch. And a simple mantra: Stay Afloat Inside.
Many of these poems return to themes of rebuilding, recovery, pushing through and kicking off from the past and making sense of the walking present with reminders of the people and places of steps past.
flying back to four years ago
where if I close my eyes
I can still picture
The poet remains humbled by the past, the vulnerability, vigilance. He can’t go back. He has to confront his choices in the present. In one poem, he chooses club soda and lime instead of a drink:
We all have a floor
to rise from
I place the sour fruit wedge
between the blades
of my teeth,
and sip the bitterness
from the pith,
on what’s left
until I break the rind.
Many nameless characters come and go in the pages: a neighbor reckoning with moving on, the impact of a stranger on the street, meeting at traffic lights, the irreversibly sinking ship of a dying body in hospice, losing the surface, no longer afloat.
Each, in their snapshot, are reconciling losses and in each, the poet is caught off guard and then forced to shut the spigot to keep walking or “get back to work”. We suspect, however, that the weight remains heavy even as life must go on and bills need to be paid by long shifts on his feet “serving faces”.
Like Alma, the elderly neighbor who collects banana stickers, he collects these faces and their stories and weaves their narratives around his own. They are struggling with what we all are struggling with, to different degrees and on different days, each of us pushing down circumstances to stay ahead of the weather, casting off that weight to stay afloat:
From “My Theory On Buoyancy”
Among the charade of waves
that fold and bend like a living room carpet
I think about the dirt
swept beneath it:
like the journeys we set sail on every day
in hopes for land
I notice it:
a broken anchor
split between its shank
tumbling like a fan blade against shards of sand.
There is something about this
that speaks to me
not because I see the same symbol
as a figurehead on commercial fishing boats,
or as every exhausted cliche’
found in tattoo parlors,
and shot glasses,
and on overpriced T-shirts.
it is something more,
something beating with a pulse,
that reminds me to continue carrying
my jagged ends and edges.
To keep moving
and mending towards the solace of shore.
To break free
from the moorings and drags.
To stay afloat inside.
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