I Did Not Come Here

 

I did not come here

to get angry.

I did not come here

to be sad.

I did not come to carry

the bones of old stories in my skin.

I came to find a forest place,

the glade of moonlight

we only discover

when we're lost,

where animal guides gather

to burrow down and heal,

and ice crystals sparkle

with the silent echo

of Spring flowers.

I came to fail in every endeavor

where I might have imagined

myself in control.

I came to feel the waves of joy

that swell from the grief ocean.

The secret of my blood is the moon. 

The wave is empty, the trough is full.

I came to hover

over the frailest boundary

until it disappears.

My heart is the caesura

between breaths

where light sheathes in darkness.

Here my lover is waiting

to step from her veil.

Look, friend! A hollow stem

is sprouting out of my breastbone,

unfolding ten thousand

 jasmine-petaled galaxies

so quietly!

~Equinox art by Sue Wookey