there’s this
shapelessness
within
me
description,
it desires
not defining
how to
contour
something
with no shape?
how to
write words
about something
beyond language?
it speaks to me.
this void.
it invites me
and invokes
me.
a quiet
cacophony
this satiating
yearning
unable
to swallow
I listen
and then I inquire
and then I sip
my lukewarm coffee
and
like
a
crumb trail
leading me
back home
I scribble
the outline of my
misshapen soul
on dotted paper
nothing swallowed
yet something digested,
something nourished,
what emerges is
less than partial
and more than whole
– a poem.
SO VERY HUMAN 