she is skeleton with skin on,
spackled love and atomic interactions
bursting at the sarcomeres
to leave fingerprints on this
windowpane called life.
and what better way than to
learn the healer’s caress?
mending wrought by
word and deed and gentle glances,
shepherd in sickness and in health.
under the knowledge waterfall she goes,
neurons shaking hands with every shiny droplet,
thrilling novelty of chasing dreams.
it is daring greatly,
confident striving amidst the flash flood of
biology humming within her,
hard-pressed to find something else worth this devotion,
and then it is just hard—
all of life is numbers and letters,
barometers of worthiness,
and she is dissolving.
blind descent into bottom-of-a-well-deep darkness before
she uncurls her fingers
to let the smoke free.
down here the currency is vulnerability,
and it is crowded with permission
to be un-amazing,
she sits in ashes
surrounded by a fellowship of imperfection,
sojourners of freedom bravely baring
scratches and dents,
and she tastes wholeness.
pressing the scalpel to pretense and polish,
she is training to be a
rent skin and bones forged of ancient stardust
whisper the embrace of shared humanity,
courage of being seen.
every genuine tapestry has at least
one stitch out of place,
what grace to be
haphazardly sewn scars,
a treasury of errant threads.