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One Inexplicable

 

 

 

midwinter storm

and between white drifts

this rose slowly opening

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Erika on the red mat
tucks her right foot in her groin
and bends forward from the waist

then lowers till she’s hovering
above her left tippy toes.
If you can’t follow

what I’m saying, that’s
because her body’s twisted,
furled and folded as a body seldom is.

But full of grace,
she brings her hands
to meet in prayer in front of her

and for a minute poises there,
a compact bulb with five small roots
and a patient shoot waiting

to push up and through.
It’s beautiful to stand beside
Erika on the red mat

to feel more than see
the rising energy as like
a tulip in the spring

she reaches not just up
but into the quiet balance point
where anything can happen.

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impossibly, there
is in me enough sky for
these great blue wings

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in these dark halls
I wander the meadow
unfolding inside me

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your
blossoming my
blossoming

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you look so funny said
the goose, as I lurched to
avoid the puddles

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lost, at last
now I can get on
with my life

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two

we are like roses
in winter—we should not be
blooming but we are

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when I don’t need the
storm, I fold it up and put
it in my pocket

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