Tuesday, November 10, 2015

I wish my mind
was not so much
like quicksilver 
in the way it can't decide
how it should see a thing

and be a little more
like terra cotta clay
to take your handprint
where you have laid
your truth

as something to hold 
as part of me
instead of what should be 
poisoned or darted 
from with fear

but something to bear
as a truth that
I have learned to see
even when the truth
does not agree
with what is in my heart

when truth is as subjective
as the state of quicksilver
and all that we can really have
is what we are willing
to give a place
for witness
in the soft earth of our
own skin

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