full
I want you every morning to feel full
to rise more red and fearless than the sun
to step towards the window where the cold
has etched his midnight message on the glass
asking you back into his arms. Do not
wipe away the dew-words with warm
hands. Do not let the shadows frame
your oceans; so full you’re spilling light,
just gather your shining self across the room and
gasping to the sink, the mirror crackling
to behold you. I want you to feel full, so pregnant
with yourself the tap should sparkle into gold,
the water wash itself in your clear eyes, your lips
can only speak of nourished truths too large
to hide behind frustration. Look! You have to see
yourself again, full in the glass, nothing but deserving
of the ordinary day’s uncontainable miracles, smiling
at what treasures it can bring you till at last you come
home to this waiting fruit, this life, this body
and this voice that won’t cease song till hungers end.
So full you reach in gentle gratitude inside, swim
in swelling seas with unclenched fingers, put out flames
with gladdened hisses, birth sweet embers, glow
and rise again tomorrow and tomorrow
as you make and fuel and fill the world.
13 October 2009 16:14 hours
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