Her

Draft 1.

se ofrece ha cada momento,

and so everything she does is an expression of gratitude:

her words are a celebration,

her love is insuppressible acceptance,

her compassion stems from knowing life’s insuperable relentlessness:

she knows the sunlight exposes all for its crude sensibility—ripening and rotting the edges of growth, of youth and maturity;

she knows the shadow follows like a phantom limb--a gaping, shapeshifting well where the bucket swings angrily, catching thoughts of the past as they fall from our heads;

she knows that all we have is ourselves

and all we can't ever truly know is each other,

so we must barter ourselves

and never be afraid to give it all away.

she knows pain must accompany the taste of bliss 

because “pain does its work,” 

while love exists to elude us

she knows we musn't labor 

over 

trying

to transform grown-up children 

into myths, 

monsters, 

maravillas, 

Or labor over the useless endeavor to own feelings 

that never truly belong to us,

we must labor over learning,
and loving things as they unfold with us, 
around us, beyond us, for us, without us... 

she knows that roots spring from the soles of her feet 

and the crown of her head, 

and in every way, 

she is connected,

she belongs.