The Poem Inside

by Susan Rogers

The poem
inside the orange
peals its bright

tang into my
mouth of awareness
singing full

sweet sensation
into the juice
of every section

of me, coursing
sunfire and
music into

every vein
every seed
filling the pulp

of empty,
unengaged space
with intention

with the alchemy
of creation,
the momentary

verve
of pure vibration.
The poem inside

the orange
is written
in the orange

before I can hold
the orange,
in my hand

or taste its
flash of light
upon my tongue—

before the orange
even becomes
orange.

It sounds
deeply in that place
where all sound

originates,
pealing
away the rind

of things
into their essential
pattern, pealing

into bells and bells
of recombinant song
that flood

our universe
with harmony,
poetry,

waves
upon waves
of being.