I begin with the breath,
gently laying down
the preoccupations of my mind
with every exhale
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale
I turn my attention inward,
listening for the moving shadows
beginning to take shape
within the static
of my internal landscape
Listening for…
Listening for…
Listening for…
There’s something here, inside,
that calls to me
like it knows my name,
like my name alone is insufficient
to the depth of intimacy and accord we share
The way it calls
feels like inviting attraction
rather than
heard vocalization
or demand
“We are already
hand in hand
and
heart to heart,”
it seems to say,
“Come find rest
in the solace of
our full embrace.”
Fugitivity
is to escape or flee
they say—
bondage, captivity, or the like.
When Harriet looked to the sky
and saw the stars
and searched within
feeling the vitality alive
within her limbs,
concluding:
I am meant to be free.
Was Harriet running or returning?
Or was it…
