the edges of myself

there are poems in my bones

words woven through and

around the sinews of my

muscles– verbose tendons

and loquacious ligaments.

 

phrases which will their way

to my mind– narrating

an unfolding pathway–

letters, lit up like lamp posts

along a winding stretch

 

familiar monuments, comforting

sentiments, breeding ease–

an allowance; cultivating

breath and permission–

ownership and transformation.