Now that I've rooted out all of you,
your sounds fingers scents,
rooted out the face of the moon
and smack of sun
I am free, free

drinking silence and dark
no pulling, stretching, like I am taffy
for the cracking and consuming
no longer vat for endless
disappointment, need.

The underbellies of leaves
speak now -
slits of light in the withered fence
timid neglected corners,
the dog's good eye.

Fledglings nest in my brain.
Rain washes into me like
a thousand droplets of lover.

I am a rock that glints in the sun
happy with rockness
a star happy with starness
dust with dust in dust as dust.

The heavens adopt me
like an animal not its kin -
I am baptized in the
bludgeon of inner child,
that darling yes-thing.

And release is sweet
like her blood.

Julie K. Shavin  6 2010