Transformation

You are trapped in the gyre,

drifting in the ocean without oxygen

in a mass the size of Texas.

 

You can escape. Lean close.

You must throw yourself into the endless whirlpool,

lashed to a barrel.

You think you will die of fright

but this is the only way to salvation.

 

Here you start to shift your muscles into a new shape,

where the paralyzed learn to walk

controlling one muscle and then the next.

The miracle is imagining that you walk.

 

The sky turns gold, a platterful of sun.

You will be reassembled!

Beyond you, a bird-flier comes

chewing up your doubt with its long red tongue.

 

See your life whole now

skimming along the sleek side of a whale

as it careens from one continent to the next.

 

FEWalls

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About trillium24

“Art is a lie that makes us realize truth at least the truth that is given us to understand ... " Pablo Picasso
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