my own heart

I almost fell asleep in the back seat Of the car on the way home 

My lap empty and beckoning 

I felt myself curl around the space 

And imagined holding myself 

Draped over Mary's knees 

I felt the embrace of all that is and isn't 

Then I noticed the tickle in my throat and worried about my own health 

put me in that place
because I only want
to keep meeting the wine
the Beloved is pouring into my blood

fill out all the wilted places in the universe
the parts that have forgotten our truth
of being
light without boundary
or decay
breathe sap into the flesh of where we are headed
reach into our root
and remind ourselves
that we have never been apart

what will I do with my new body?
I always thought that I loved enough.
but these are old and tired now
this loving and thinking
the lonely I
new limbs to feel my Self
are reaching across our bodies
seeding
this Earth so well prepared
with the deaths of all those hurts
Next time you see me
see you