Sometimes we are graced with a rare alignment
the tipping of an axis point, subtle
secondary evidence of efficiency,
a spectacle seen once and only once
in our brief lifetime.
Suddenly, a curve rather than a straight line,
cairns appearing then disappearing again.
A suspension of one reality, while slowly
our bones and muscles shift into new spaces.
Expect a new sequence of angles, trust
this rearranging of your capacity for love.
3 comments:
Oh, my gosh. Did you write this for me? You wrote this for me, right?
You can't know how meaningful these words are for me. Today. Right now.
I keep finding this poem more exquisite the more times I read it.
This is beautiful Amy. xo
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