another form (a poem)

Sunday, April 27, 2025

There was a parallelogram,
and a shape I can’t pronounce—
an unspoken word,
its characters visible,
but when I aim to speak,
no sounds come out.

A dance of light,
another form,
another from,
spinning to a bow,
curtsying into gowns,
folding motion into fabric.

A spiral staircase to climb,
lungs and vessel,
pulmonary bloom,
ventricle pulse,
breath threading the ascent.

Like a skeleton,
message feedback,
whispering across the nerve mesh,
the body carrying echoes
it cannot always hear.

The tissue that made me feel—
what does it mean?
what does it have to?
a softness, a question,
trembling inside the frame.

The phenomena:
this curled up little dog,
holding you,
while you keep me from caving in,
a spiral of holding,
across two aching chests.

I love you, puppy,
yes I do,
no matter what happens,
no matter how the world collapses,
this vow stays stitched.

Those sleepy eyes,
head resting on my leg,
mid-afternoon haze folding time,
and maybe—just maybe—
this is what happy could come to mean.

The cradle of us,
having survived abandonment,
two orphans asleep,
just another lazy mid-afternoon.