body as a baby bird
= body =
I call this one
Her body has been dismembered
Her body is every where in the news
Her body is not hers to choose
Her body is behind invisible bars
Her body is reduced to it's parts
Funny how we fixate on the womb
While Nature is trying to abort us
I think we’re asking the wrong questions
Assuming
We are on the right side
How has language become the disembodied?
Black and white, like the ink on pages?
How can we reconnect with our gray aging bodies and the planets?
How can the process itself be healing Her self?
On Earth Day, I carried a baby blue robin egg in my hand from Saratoga to Washington Square Park, showing my students in between.
With backpack, tote and mask on, we traversed the video game that is New York City.
Never dropping nor crushing, enough space in the palm of my hand for our tiny blue planet to sit.
I want to give you this:
= Mama’s Gonna keep living as a beautiful bird =
I love the rain
Can you put it in a song?
Play it as we slow dance
With the kettle left on
The flame flickering
The wax dripping
In our warm cave
We stay safe
With an openness to the wild
Inviting an irresistible soundtrack
I love the vibrant wetness of it all at once
The constant pitter patter
Coming down
Cleansing and quieting the chatter for awhile
We don’t have a choice
In the matter
It’s Natures turn now
Each droplet demands our attention
Together a symphony
More palpable than any other
It’s water
That reminds me of You
Any You I’ve ever truly loved
It’s unconditional quality
It’s contagious ability
The clouds of my eyes well up and
Mimic those in the skies
As tears of rain roll down my face
Seeing in kaleidoscopes
A blurred yet crystal clear vision
My own infinite ocean
Pouring over when moved
To kiss my cheekbone
absorbed back into the soil of my cells
What a blessing
The circular cycle of every living thing
That it made me sing this lullaby
“Hush little baby
Don’t say a word...Mama’s gonna keep living as a beautiful bird”
Photo: Body Positivity Workshop, The New School, 2012