Today: Poiesis

Poiesis: Journey of living beings.

some blood in my hands through a night journey

my hands had touched a bleeding body

I imagine a shared labor of disclosure
a song guiding our delivery
and a word flowing in-between
as the word that binds
within-without
flesh-breathing

meditating under the meaning of my fear
on the temperature of this blood
on the possibility of any sunshine
Poiesis embraces homelessness.

The night and her tunnels might lead elsewhere
for every island promises the nudity of a spring
and every night offers uncharted archipelagoes
through oceans of loss, gift and free forces.

One poem can.