Friday, December 29, 2017

In Honor Of My Puddled Body



Shapeshifter,

white-knuckled under the snow moon
the ebb tide took your tautness.

Shapeshifter,

melted in that midnight forge
you became a softer nest for laughter.

Shapeshifter,

the universe broke you open
all exhale and spillage.

Shapeshifter, 

a spent and undone pilgrim, you pause,
ever a vessel awaiting transformation.