Monday, June 7, 2021

everything stands before you
all its plucking and scrape
woosh and creaking, entirety
ready for reunion

uncock your chin to meet it
without suspicion, evenly
eyes spread wide to embrace
dead-set warrior-gaze easing
into curiosity

to feel the wind change
as you step firmly into it
accept it as yourself
slipping under hair and skin
carrying it away
to join again, elsewhere, elegantly