onto my shoulders, I hoist her,
balance her weight and her breadth
beneath which I can see but one
footfall preceding the next
though fallen leaves pillow our cadence
as toward those still waters we trudge
it’s just she and I on this crossing
and gravity’s burden feels great
at water’s edge, I ease her,
she’ll shoulder me now, I breathe,
as I gingerly climb into her belly
kneeling on shaky ground
the blade in my hand slices,
as if it has roots in my heart,
her graceful response feels like music
as broken chords flow from my limbs
each plunge of the blade draws me closer
from her sustenance now, I breathe deep
bathing in presence, primal
rebirth of my self from this womb
only then do I notice my hips,
rooted so firmly in her,
have grown broad and long in our union,
fierce power and beauty at once.
we flow and we spiral, with grace?
such an improbable incarnation.
breast of the swan, tail of the whale
we dance in these waters as one.
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