11:11

a happiness spreads through me like a color dropped in water

edging itself outward in circle after circle

the pulse of divinity carries me over the threshold

of what came before and what comes next

i still believe the dreams I had.

still believe I was a lioness and you, the one I fed

the things you longed for.

but, ages ago it bound us,

so that now it doesn't take much but a glimmer to remember.

and,

i think, that maybe you forgot.

still,

as my whole self bursts back into the blaze of being,

this heart can hold whatever is lost

or found,

and I will still remain.

and, oh, what a thing to see

the beauty that comes from

joy

that comes from

nowhere

that comes from

everywhere

that comes for

you

that comes for

me.

here,

when there is no wall, but great weight to lean against,

I feel the bones of my struggle grow

like giant redwoods, dancing up.

and in my leaves,

from all the pushing and pressing and praying,

grows

a

sky.