—D.R. Wagner, Locke, CA
The Winter came. For awhile
It seemed difficult to realize
That every cell in my body
Was a complete universe.
Then the snow began.
I could barely stand.
My blood blew through
My body with no regard
For vessels or peristaltic tides.
I became a blizzard, a supernova.
I could inhabit endless planets,
Knowing them as I know your name.
All languages were at my service.
Dreaming and not dreaming were
The same waters to me. I was stars.
I was firelight. I was the sparkle
In all eyes. All my moving was music.
Even now I am all rivers and all
Winding roads. All that travels
Travels through me. I am the weave.
I am the weaver. I am the whole cloth.
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—Medusa, with thanks to D.R. Wagner for weaving us today's fine poetry!