Seamstress

 

Don't try to understand

just listen

 

These words are

stitches

sewing me here 

more closely

than I can sometimes bear

mending the tears 

drying the tears

in circle stitching 

our scattered shattered

torn

ripped

broken pieces together 

 

I have agency 

without urgency

Choose to open

in my own 

time

 

I am both 

needle and thread

living and dead

 

Lips to lips

Hips to hips

in this holy/ wholly/ holey place

I find the sacred

Inside myself

for three days I retreat 

muck in the mud

 

Before re-birth

Before re-membering

all the scattered members

shattered members 

Re- winding 

all the scattered wounds

shattered wounds

 

I am the rock and the wave that crashes

 against around above it

 

The rock

The wave

The needle 

The thread

The living

The dead

I am

And I am born

And I have borne

And I bear

 

Witness