Crippled outer appearance
in the temple marked: HOLY.
For what enters shall not gratify
my wanting, but hold truth to my need.
How this world weakens
& leaves my mind spinning,
faster, like a merry go round.
I submit to voices clamoring on
about any move I make.
I found myself wrapping shaking leaf-hands around legs never mine.
Roots grew out of a name said to bring peace.
I need you.
I can’t deal with this again.
Rivers came spewing free-
in this sacred place, my heart
broke & reassurances came
from rains above.
Our weaknesses are nothing more
than a platform to jump into embraces
found at water’s bottom.