Becoming

Is there room for hope in this place?

Is there room

amongst all that is fact

and spoken like weight

—dropped

on packed earth

Is there space to dream?

Of what is not but May be

of the possibles that come

from under the night

Creeping up and around our bodies

we are cloaked in potential energy

unwound forces that ask no fear

they ask nothing but for us to be fully here

to voice ourselves into the world

Not holding a center of gravity

but the atmosphere around the twirl

let the body

fill the space

becoming

warm water over cool sand

strip bare and sink in—

becoming

It’s about seeing something

before it’s fully formed

watching it evolve

Becoming

Stone Lions might

grown stiff with fear on doorstep

but wake up in the throes of ferocity

Becoming

Swinging under and jumping over

because you know earth’s there

to catch you

Becoming

Its way that the morning sun finds us

as if we’ll never be lost again

Becoming

Why is light emotional?

How does it shine through you?

Becoming