like lovers separated
lives grown dry like dust
life in disorder a storm
washing fertile earth away
I want to find the place where all the shapes live inside of me,
so I can take them out,choosing to shape myself as I will.
After memorizing each, I will wrap them tenderly and keep them nearby.
So, should I need one, to talk to someone who’s never found theirs,
or perhaps tried, but felt too fearful, or too naked without it;
I can unwrap one similar, and wearing a familiar shape, comfort them.
Later, removing it, put it safely away, once again free;
unconstrained, by the lines that you painted around me, and around yourself thinking to keep us safe.
I know it’s dangerous, and that, without perfect balance,
I might burn from exposure or lose myself drowning, in endless opening.
Drift away on a breeze, or fall to the sun warmed ground,
having forgotten why standing is important.
You see how easy it is to grow new lines,
from small beginning’s,tendrils of hesitation and concern.
I will go on, watchful , removing each new shape,
place each carefully away with the others,
never stopping until I fade,like the notes on a bards harp;
carried away on the wind of time.
until the very air itself
becomes the music of my breath, and I the wind.
Fear like quaking earth
Steals the path from beneath us
Without fear stillness