stumble upon this,
when all else fails,
a knife won’t cure
all that ails,
teach me she said,
of winds and rain
instead, I said,
I’ll teach you to disobey
and break and shatter
and put all above else
until you suddenly break into song
and dance poetically with yourself.
The line, the line
he said too long,
but she happily waited
for I knew he would be wrong.
I am this, I am, she cried,
this is what I found,
in the walls I meant nothing
but to you I am sound
and spirit and movement
beyond a simple rhetoric
I am more than this academic reflection.
I am more, she said,
this is what I ask you to see
stumble upon an awakening
instead of waking to a dream.