I have discovered you
unasleep and coated in desert vernix
juniper pollen, yellow flecks of ragweed
your eyes unfurled to nothing ordinary
even your voice stirs
the ground of my heart.
I have never danced like this,
I am dancing.
Never burned to benefit from old wood
benefit from my fire, baby girl,
I will cut myself in half
and emerge a mother.
I will be a trunk in the wind.