Be most confident of this
You know what you know
The gods seized my feathers
And gave me in exchange
Because they knew that I must fly
You stole my shoes
And mocked my innermost:
“dance, will you?”
Because you planned to watch me writhe
The heart and the gut
Beneath the soft skin
Above the strong legs
Equipped for the challenge
Is there a reason not to do this?
Is there a reason not to tear out my mind, haul it to sea, throw it to the deep?
What right has it had to do the same to my heart?
Day after day, year after year.
May it be my mission.
I see no reason not to do this.
Has taken its leave
And the head simply couldn’t care less
The heart, glitter blue
Threats to take its leave too
If the head will not hear heart’s redress
“The truth, head,” says heart
“Is you don’t know the truth,”
“Though you pomp and behave like you do.”
The head bows its eyes
And to the heart’s surprise
They join hands, intuition to pursue
I stand by my back-then words
The sight and the touch of a fiery hand
Brushed against the surface of my straight-from-only-God-knows-where intuition
Reaching out, did you foresee -as you seem to be able- my fumblings and follies
I choke when I taste and gasp when I smell your handiwork against my handiwork
With incredulous eyes, stunned heart and still-shallow breath, again I say
“Oh my God…oh my god….”