Awareness: When you realize you have hands and feet and you’re not really a person but an inexplicable phenomenon happening and happening and happening as we speak. And you begin to understand that all of life is improvisation, and you can’t understand how your heart has not skipped one beat in all these years, and you’re momentarily afraid that, now that you’re pointing it out, it might suddenly stop, and you’re not yet ready for that… (Never.) So here’s some heart surgery in verse, to help me -- you start feeling our hands & feet again. Bypass Waters Be still, be still, So I may enter in a breath, your throat, so I can dig my way through veins, to that deluded heart of yours, this way a piece or two might be extracted, spared, the blood unblocked, aortas’ bail. And all the while, hush, be still, the hungry hour be fed, the stone-bread near; the sightless ear be opened, a drop of so...
Women's Spiritual Poetry