a song,
a call
hymn,
hum.

i have left this body as this body has left me
a labour it has become,
so an exorcism must be done
in setting myself free



in search of anew,
in between mediations and meditations
the body remembers what i am seeking to forget
an unmapped memorial site
the body,
ready,
set -
to recite:
when it is tired
when it has tried
the belly cries out
and the chest begins to drown -
i am reminded that the ocean is also a body,
and an echo, just a reflection






Healing from _______ may not be something you can do on your own.

{but alone is what is known}






i am
{ache}
tender
{unwell}
tending to

being

in tension i must stretch
in conscious breath i am felt
in gifting time i pledge

to being






Healing from _______ may not be something you can do on your own.







will you leave this mortal body?
{i am dislocation}
i purge and cleanse
as this vessel begins sinking again
through ritual and spell,
i may mend.
but as i bend
i crack
laboured feet and back
my body -
my own,
an archive;
of tension,
a hold
{maybe requiring held}
in mourning for myself
there is much resentment.


human am i?
{in silence reveals presence}
woman am i?
{in careful movement reconnection}

{between breaths}

the body,
a reminder
i am still here



intentional heaviness,
often responds in weightlessness
and a call for self generosity
may be met with reciprocity,
i am again repaid with such patience:
a lesson in gentleness
of learning through release






what time will you leave this human body!
it plays witness:
in returning i was awoken
in returning,
unbroken
in slowed breath
softened chest
in stillness
i am rest

my body, my body

i am home

oh a labour of love i have become