Revelation: the next day

Revelation, the next day

 

I am still the skin and bones 

of old constricting stories

living in the wilderness. 

 

I look towards the mountain where I was

not welcomed, where I retreated, trying

to make sense of being loved and loving

 

imperfectly, of being disappointed, left behind,

all the years of imbuing others with the power

to not love me enough, to not hear or see me

 

and I remember what it is

to be alone with Endlessness

in a dream, a feeling,  a thought, a long life   

 

humbly in the whirl of the hummingbird

and the monarch landed on the hibiscus

I planted for the benefit of pollinators  

 

where the next words, images, poems 

come from as does wonder

and forgetting.