January 9, 2019

one flesh

some say
we were once detained
like a formless puff
in god’s belly
if that’s true
we were as bored
as a one-syllable rhyme
if that’s true
surely our voice revolted
as one almost angry
almost ecstatic      scream
if that’s true
somewhere in the fury   we forgot
we are mother and midwife of matter:
its fetus   its parasite   its host
its companion
so let us wear the moment
like a baby’s skin
let us love like thunderstorms
in a cage
let us treat each tree
like an original cezanne
and for god’s sake
let us gaze out     as god’s eyes
at this wounded world
made of one puff      one note
one blessed flesh