Destiny Impulses
#1
A Destiny Impulse
brought me to Menorca
only this same force
resting inside my chest can bring me home
The Ascetic carries
her own weight
and through doing so
the world is reborn
She is part of a long
line stretching outward and inside
and within her
every blossoming is all her own
she doesn’t care if you listen
her words are formed by her tongue,
vocal chords
in her throat she is free.
#2
She wants to tell you all the Right things
about love
so we can rest in peace
She wants to nest with her thoughts
then give them to you one by one
like a mother feeding her young
She wants to harbor all the world’s clarity for one moment
embracing it’s fleeting presence like a ghost wrapped in a flimsy veil
She wants to tell you what she really means
what she’s held secret
and apart from the world
just to give to you
She dances at night on the clouds between
this world and yours
looking for meat to sink her teeth into
and a place to let her electric body ground
She lives awake
without the dross of expectant waiting
Her Knight and Night have come and gone
And without Theresa of Avila to show her
she makes paper airplanes that fly into crystalline jungles
She loves that you are here
her midwife
to a new world
her balls-on-fire repository of wisdom
She loves everything about you.
#3
She is on fire
for everything life
brings to her
the lost sound of leaves crunching under foot
the depth feel of dragons playing tag under water
our final drink from this cup is messy and spilling all over
we’re half drunk
half awake
about to be completely stirred from our stupor
by a rude neighbor
an abhorrent outcast
we turned away a long time ago.
Soon we’ll clean our bloodied lips
and claim all of ourselves
as a new sun touches the tips of our fingers from the east.
There is no time for make believe
we have to hear the Ascetics call to
become flush with our own arriving.
#4
Every time I say “I love you”
I’m setting off on a journey
to a place I’ve never been before.
How can something so new come from something so old.
My partner stands beside me and I’m pregnant with the new world
My baby forming
gyrating
pushing
swimming
in an ocean of fluid
this business is messy
I’ve not been known for my blood instinct
or my intimacy with amniotic juices and cartilage
or my fragile emotions
but here we are
midwifing, catalyzing, breaking hearts together
forgetting our past transgressions
upon breathe laced by
rarefied hope.
