Density and Divinity

Pelvis, Georgia O'Keeffe

There must be words to describe

these fractures in the frame of perfection.

You say, Fractures are not often

viewed in a beautiful light.

I say, Yes, but sometimes they are

just what we need.

Thinking back, I could’ve said, Sometimes, they are

just what I need…

To recognize and acknowledge that

perfect isn’t always desirable.

But, I didn’t say that.

And, I don’t want that moment back.

I write.

The words curve

like the sensuous lines

of a body at ease. I see them

for what they are. Words.

Then. I see them

as a body at ease. Limbs flowing

like ripples of sand that harden

when the tide sinks. The insolent arches.

The mottled pits. A transfiguration.

Real, or imagined?

Futile, this question!

We see what we choose to see.

We sit together and shoot stones at the stars.

Things could be worse, I suppose—the stars

could be shooting stones at us.

The sea gathers itself like a smock of intricate pleats.

The light dissipates like a raging mirage.

We cannot change this.

.

.

.

We can.

We will not change this.

I will not...

I will not change the flow of geography.

I will not break the order of the water.

I will not alter the falling shadows’ rest.

I will not stay the voice’s expression.

I lean into the collapsing day

and moan—my body embracing the dark.

I choose.

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NOTE: My first poetry chapbook, From Darkness, Beatitudes, is available from Finishing Line Press.

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