Body

 

I hear a lot
about embodiment.
But what if the molecules
of your pituitary
are made of galaxies
so distant that their light
is only now arriving
as your flesh?
What if they are
hanging in a spacious
ballroom of awareness
like a chandelier?
Wouldn't you begin
to waltz
for no reason?
Look for a partner,
anyone, anything.
Bow to this crocus,
who wears her
heirloom crystals
and her mother's
purple gown.
She is so still and new,
just risen from
this fertile tomb,
the Imbolg caesura
between Winter
and Spring.
Now enter her silence.
Speak these words
only in your heart,
"Shall we dance?"

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