Saturday, May 17, 2008

Nia Wilson

(for Mama Nancy)

your face is a playground
for things that grow
or that want to
your hands are gardens
for all that flies

your cheekbones are support beams
for everything fierce
everything wild
that tends toward love

i think your arms
must be passageways
to homes thought impossible
to marooned desires

i think your skin shares
a freckled map
of endless mines
of water prepped
for communal baptism

Nia Wilson is Director of SpiritHouse

This comes from a series of poems and collages called The Listening Project.

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