Netzach She B’Hod

as in yoga  zi gong

my swaying hips 

 

the ceremony of threaded needle 

reuniting blue   purple   crimson 

 

as in walking in the woods

becoming tree

 

intimacy of current and swimmer

distance and depth 

 

as a poem filling

emptied by silence

 

pregnancy   birthing

the narrows   expansion

 

a first cry the

last sigh