BIOGRAPHY

My biography is quite the tale

Verbs doing all kinds of unbelievable

Reeling from the turning wheel

The potter

pulling at the walls

of her wet clay pot

searching for the center

where the spin is mono

the perfect roundness it promises

Maybe there’s more

to the imperfect bend in the clay

That remains to be seen

But for now I’m left

with the events of it all

This and That got capitalized

because they reached

the bone marrow

The red of the bleeding

is a word here

but there it was

what you see when you see red

It was also the kiss of joy

exploding spring buds

ocean waves licking my toes,

foaming at the mouth

There was the you and me of it

the players

the random genetic mix

molecules colliding into plots

story lines

foreshadowing and climaxing

comedy and tragedy

My tears fell

into applauding hands

at the entrances and exits

Hospital tubes and strands of hair

pulling the curtains back

the stage, the table, the bed,

sand and grass