my first breath
announcing the credibility of men.
One contented sigh
replaced by a
singularly anguished cry
as the curtain fell.
My first tentative kiss
wet with toothless
my dance, raw and ripe with scars
My pointe shoes seem to large . . .
As I cringe in the wind with the sun on my back
it invites me
to bathe within its magnetic resonance.
The cold clear crystalline spring
at once warms my heart and
my broken fingers
my struggles and my pain
The wisdom I have lost and sometimes
Within each withering
. . . and blossoming
the sum transcends her parts.
Awareness bringing richly laden truth and light,
immersed in twilight.
my grey-haired wrinkled mirror,
peculiar with transitions and timeworn passageways
for denizens like me, myself and I.
The debts I've paid away
by loves, suspended past along the way.
content once more, am I, to reminisce
over residual remains
obscure the mere veil strung across
the infinite expanse of space
held up by a company of stars