soul spoke to me this morning
half-moon in the window sun through the front fumbling there
for purchase something to hold on to pull itself up
years of searching find me right where I left off
not wax not brush not color not pages but
shear sensitivity of skin
translucent against the bright white of the soul attached
yet also and stretched out across the skin
no fetching it back or getting to know it better
existent and flourishing thanks to this skin
going about day by day
learning maybe just a little bit that this is all right
enlightenment like god is a construct
a good one not for the faint yet there
so we can realize we are here
where body is the reason so that soul
visa versa