Kookaburra... a poem by Veronica Farmer

There is only now
the breath
the view in front of me
there is peace in that

How can I keep this true?
When the words circling my brain
scream for comfort
for recognition
for viability

How can I keep this true?
When my heart is sore
and my arms ache from wrapping it

I know none of these words or feelings to be real
They are a simple gratification of martyring myself
yet again

They want a story to connect to
Someone to blame
or flee from

The kookaburra looking at me through the window smiles 
He cocks his head as if to say
"Really? Here again?
Come see me and know who you are"

I know
I know
I do remember
that I am
gentle Light
and great strength
under the garments of playing out
an acceptable life.

So...
No more fence sitting
I am done with the discomfort
I am done with being small

These words
Like an old scolding nun
can go
My body can be free
to dance
in its unique fashion

My heart can know who she is
wide and fierce
fully expressed
full without need 
expanded without fear
as wide as the night sky...

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