TO BE SEEN (A POEM)
I hardly recognize this woman
she is sure
of herself and whispers
to a companion you
can not see.
She listens and bows to
the inner crumbling
after the earthquake
and let’s the aftershocks
raddle her open to
multiple awakenings.
I hardly recognize this woman
she thinks herself
bold and beautiful.
She knows that love
isn’t a scarce commodity
to grasp and secure.
She knows that love is
primary water.
An endless stream flowing
from inner earth and provides
a gushing reminder
between her legs
that she has everything
she needs.
I hardly recognize this woman,
six years ago she cried for
three weeks, straight.
A fractured sense of self
mirrored by a break up.
The earth opened
for her to revisit
the original sin.
The original wound
within the wound.
The seed of despair.
She dove into the darkness
A spider thread keeping her
tenuously tethered to the light.
“It doesn’t get darker than this.”
She whaled from the caverns within.
All the things.
Upon return,
she sees and lets
herself be seen.
She is all the things.
All the pieces, all the parts,
all the patterns, all the ugly,
all the personalities,
all the stupidness,
cocooned in one.
How could I not recognize
This woman?
She is the fire of the volcano.
The playfulness of the hummingbird.
The slippery sweetness of the melon.
The dreamy purr of a kitten.
The pound of an angry drum.
She is the Earth, and
the poisoned sky.
She has returned to eat
the fruit of her own soil.
A stillness,
a peace point,
a centeredness,
grounded
even while the trembling continues.
Welcoming the quivering
to bring the vulnerable
pieces to surface.
Again and again.
She is powerful.
Hardly recognizable
and yet,
I know who she is.
A playful make-believer,
wearing a costume
to uncover the unrecognizable.
The most beautiful game.
A heart exploding with joy.
“Yes, I will incarnate again!”
Feeling herself, she declares,
then her unseen companion winks
and delightfully agrees.
