Infinite Love Taught Me

Infinite Love Taught Me

They say white Jesus cares

for every sparrow.

I saw a pancake

of feathers today.

I look in the mirror,

but only when I have to.

My reflection is a funeral.

It frightens me, my

my undead face—

But sometimes,

O yes sometimes,

when I escape to the forest

the maiden inside me uncurls

like an ancient pearl girl

and I remember:

Infinite Love taught me

that I am every sparrow

taking flight in the phoenix light

of where my heart flows free.

If Love is lost, why is it that

sometimes, when I can breathe,

it winks like morning,

morning in the leaves?

I know my consciousness

will be in captivity again soon

but

I just will escape again.

In truth, this is

what

I

do.

You too?

May I speak to you like

we are two children

crouched very close,

like hide-and-seek is still

too scary to face alone?

I am tired of holding our breath

and whispering about the one thing.

Did you know gravity collapses

on itself in space?

Sometimes I still get lost in that place.

But it's okay

because my inner drowning

within the cloudy dark

is only the dreadful dazzle

of a star birthing herself

slowly,

slowly

into something too bright

to hide.

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