the book

the book

You, becoming inside
of me    I feel 
foundation’s pulse,
something birthing
It wants its way
yet allows deformation,
the emerging form
can be ignored— 
Don’t.

At some point, 
a heartbeat
I must not subvert 
what’s growing here
Be strange, be weird
allow it space
Naming is not needed
yet
Note its breath
its pace
Self-standing
Independent but
not separate,
it-what-is

See the new bud
unfurling     it also
has a life yet
is not separate

this paradox
this wonder