Knowing the Cycle

InBed The Kiss, Henri d Toulouse-Lautrec,1893

[In Bed, The Kiss, Toulouse-Lautrec]

Knowing the Cycle

Dust settles on my skin and is comfortable

finding me familiar.

So it is with the doubter whose pause

accommodates the silvered population

of seeking light that lights

only those whose staid

indecision allows time

for dusty outline.

A sculpted coating forms.

What if I shook

this silver shape, breathing

naked, hanging my arms, hair?

I would be certain then

as those trees that breathe

shattering their leafy domes of protection


Certain, too, that the wind would blow

that back again, culling sprouts

of green and my silver dome.

I don’t doubt this.


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