The Heart Doesn’t Care About What The Head Knows
My body is making a new shape
although I carry the past with me.
I morph toward what’s next.
I — oh — what is that shape?
I move my whole body down.
I sit my butt between my hips
without touching the ground.
I perch like the animal I am.
I stretch out the day & turn it how I want it—
make it more interesting.
I stop crying for what isn’t coming with me:
you — you who still walk the earth —
that laugh I only had for your words —
Oh—I want that laugh back: full throttle
& lit by the afternoon sunlight
coming through the window. I love that laugh.
I sit on my haunches—haunches—haunches—
I am haughty & sad, low & ready.
I prepare myself for a new laugh
right next to a beginning. It whispers joy.
Oh Joy: I am coming for you —
I stretch my hips out; I’m ready to move.