Poem day.
I cannot remember With any part of my body or soul What it meant to be small Lifted and carried Held close to the chest Where you are wrapped in the other person Breathing the familiar scent of their nearness So completely dependent So bolstered by vicarious capability So fallibly sheltered by human strength I have been so big For so long And I only know how to stand To lift To carry To shelter To bolster To pretend to suffice So big For so long And I cannot remember Tiny hands that could not grasp Bathing in the cavernous sink Giants of average size Bundling me about Until I got too big And they set me on my feet Where I stand even still Until I lie down again In the arms of the earth Surrounded by the soil air Never to breathe it in
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
