Monday, February 1, 2021

our bones know
how to stack themselves 
to stand
where to meet and slide
to step and sit
how to fit
when we need to hide 
and unfurl
to cup our weight
our feet feel
each heave and sigh
each turn of the wheel
every curl
as our bellies toil
to unpack the world
into easy pieces
mere blocks to stack
to strengthen and flex
our shoulders decks
holding our heads above water
blades slicing down our backs
to hoist our sails
tails anchored
tucked under overflowing bowls
and rooted to sea floor
no anemone 
all wiggle and flow
could know what secrets
our caged chests hold

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week