Metaphors

My thoughts wander

Barefoot and unashamed

I say ‘leaf’

And I mean

The whole earth unfolding

I say ‘breath’

And I mean

The shared air of all who have live for me

Nothing is singular here

Nothing stands alone

Metaphor is my great companion

It walks beside me

Unbuttoned

Unafraid

Naming the world twice

So I may know it

Once more deeply

It takes the smallest thing in my hands

And makes it vast

A blade of grass

A pulse

Leaving me forever altered

And in love

Because, love is

The rupture
The bright unignorable incision that renders the literal, impossible

It is the precise hand
that separates me
from the wound

And from the words
that attempt to dress it

I am not the wound
I am not the language
that softens it

I am the edge

And

The exact place of entry