I am not who you see
walking about smiling
or not…
This surface is not who I am
It is barely mine
at all in the mirror…
You do not know me
if you never ask:
whatever you surmise,
you cannot see the essence
without the deepest
clearest looking…
I dance, I laugh, I sing
and joy is in my every line and move!
Lithe and slender, graceful…
Shining with love and mischief,
With youth and health and wholeness…
Unafraid, unashamed, unbound
by all the trepidations that crease this face
and tighten flesh and heart…
that shrink all that I am
into this awkward package
that does not want
to know itself…
LOOSELY SPEAKING... 