A Poem's You

An anonymous message, today-

It wasn’t from you.

You, being Divine Wholeness.

I wonder if I could ask you

To manifest,

Beyond narrative and Meditation,

As new media

Accessible as guidance

Into beauty, into connection.

You, being Earth,

For whom I do not cease yearning.

What if I were to lay my body down

On grassy property,

Melted into you

In plain view

On a New York world

So unbelieving

In liberation

And soil?

You, being Mother,

Warrior,

Co-signer in living and existing,

Leaving messages

In strange places, blocks

With strange ideas

About a world made of fabric—

Textile earth and threaded limbs.

You are no longer a question.

You are laughter that eludes me.