01/05/2021
Happy May Day! Here is an invitation for you, a poem I wrote for your beauty.
Where do you keep your beauty?
In a ziplock bag?
In your top dresser drawer?
In your smile?
On the back of your bike?
Or your heart space,
or perhaps your throat, singing.
Is your beauty alone, wandering the earth?
Does it come out on dark nights under the stars?
Or emerge under waterfalls, amid the tumult of bubbles?
Maybe your beauty is a story that you tell, when someone really listens.
Has anyone listened yet?
Sometimes beauty is shy, and hides behind skirts, or desks.
Waiting for the okay signal.
Sometimes beauty is held outside oneself, as if it lives in a butterfly wing alone.
Is your beauty invisible ? Inauadible? Untouchable?
Might I glimpse it?
What a very tender thing.
c. Celia Bockhoff
