Only my body can tell me
I am not this body.
Only my body
when it moves
can expand my awareness
to something else.
It’s like when I reach an arm
Somehow
To find I am watching
my arm reach
and I don’t have an answer here,
it’s just that today
my arm slips out first
with eyes of its own,
and parts a membrane,
and curls back
somehow
to gather the rest of me.
And I follow my arm
which makes no logical sense
and takes no linear path
but this surrender allows me
my first breath
of awe
As this body sheds me
Of me
Shares me with me
separate and together
soul and teeth
tendrils and stars.
And just like that
I’ve changed
the boundaries of love.