Wounded/Whole

The sun is out and shining…
i live in it-
i live in the snow that remains in the shade.

The coral, the fish of the tide pool, glitter…
i see it-
i see it covered by the crashing wave.

i practice yoga nidra,
i practice the parts of my body
hot/cold
tight/loose
heavy/weightless
pain/relief
dark/light

i practice the birds that burst from the tree

and then the tree
still, standing, waiting

the tips of its brushes painting
sunset/sunrise

past/present/future

golden sap running-
noises close
birds chirping-
noises far,
sap becoming
circles becoming
part of the trunk
becoming,

the fullness of green clouds of cholorphyll/
the emptiness of a winter's nest,

becoming a table the Kintsugi rests on
then pouring the ocean into one of its cups

i feel all at once,
and overflowing and made whole to be
re-cut
like light passing through a prism
to see you have to hold me gently
with my intentions…..just….so.