I remember the holes in him when we first met -
recognising the beauty
but seeing it so distant,
like his body had left his heart behind
when it shifted hemispheres
knowing - feeling it - diluted
and now seeing
the completeness that comes
with one's own home, lover, vitality ...
.. and wondering if the same sees itself in me,
a recognition that I am
at once
whole and with holes in me
so complete and yet
missing my completeness
wandering for something close by
and also forgotten
holding it once in my own body
and in my head-mind,
on the edges of my limbs, or
at only my fingertips
we're all seeking, seeking,
lost and found
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