S H E

Connection.
It saves lives.
All served me.
All served them.

Yet

It still seemed to me.
All bodies were borders.
All thoughts institutions.
All prescriptions a block.
What is well traveled
If remaining constricted
To the mind?

I always return to Her and how she taught me

To scream
When cold shook my
Foundation
To be drought tolerant
In the heat
To know peace in steady
Supply
To find joy in life that
Tickles the Feet
To be thankful
For dirt and newness
To express the anger
In her gaze

To see the choices
Reflected in mirrors
To swim
Without knowing how

Using her music
She burrowed in memory

There were
No walls to climb
No hurdles to jump
No lines to cross
No purposes to display
No apologies to make
No guilt to carry
No introductions
No incantations
No superlatives
No shoes
No shirt
No expectations

She was my first true teacher
Covering me in the depths
Of a lifetime curriculum
Called home

Holding me
Loving me
Giving
All a universe could possibly give
While taking me
As I was


She was a desert
Stream
I was a naked
Girl