three giant me’s 
majestic and robust
 
three giant me’s 
regal and proud
 
flattened 
to the ground
 
a few broken pieces
nothing more remained
 
 ***

When I grow a little
I shudder
When I grow a little
I shrink
When I grow too much
I smash myself down
 
That way at least
I control the demolition
 
Last night in my dreams, 
she pulled me up with her
to the blackness between the stars
 
She whispered, 
“Write about the time
they crushed you and
the broken pieces 
went underground.”
 
“I don’t want to write that.
I don’t wish to remember.”
 
“You are made to remember.
Call to the broken pieces and 
they shall rise from the earth.
Gather them like a mosaic
and glue them back together.”
 
“How do I find the glue?”
 
“Touch the earth and pull it up.
The glue is dark and thick like soil.
Pull it up into your body
And glue your pieces together.”

 ​write me into being
so you can see me
 
I lie behind the ferns
and velvet moss slope 
 
at first a scent of lilac
damp soil and wet leaves
 
threads the spider weaves
wrap themselves like grandma’s hands
upon your face
 
bat wing edges 
brush your hair
 
the ground beneath you shifts
as the tree roots whisper 
an invitation 
 
daughter, 
float here among 
the slick black rock

you accept the invitation

and float 
 
as  the whale falls back
after her majestic breach
your body succumbs to
weighted blankets
of ocean tides 
 
write me into being 
so you can see me
 
Then I shall go
for I am not of words
 
I am the mystery 
I am the infinite
I am You