About Brio, no one knew
I had a horse, no one suspected.
The next time I see him
He knows, he gestures the feeling
He has reached my heart.
We feel alone
Because we aren't alone
And never have been
But for the seems that
Bubble up from underground
Like self-esteem steam that rises
To the glare of the moon
And the blue tube quavering, around
An outline where there was none,
Filling in the sand
Of identity, into the hole
That wasn't there before
There was a you
Illumined in the sick glow,
Mirrors flung from everywhere
That cast a boundary, a spell
To toss you into the sea of others
As if you'd drown
Or become anything but
What you've just learned
You are, a drop that can be any shape
As the Hymn to St. John the Baptist shows
You are multi-dimensional,
Agreeing to repeat a frequency
Until you get it just so-la-ti
As a Cat and a Deere level
The playing field to plant the nasturtiums
Of every shade, of every seasonal tuning,
For everyone is equal and is free,
Whatever role we assume this time,
Whatever pocket we fold into
Like an undetectable mouse
On our very own soul journey,
The singular cut of our lapel,
Our single story, to protect us
But not from who we are.
