TOUCH - BY ANNE DYKERS

Touch

How do you carry      a dream
in a broken world      in a broken
body    in a broken bone
it grows     the dream
in the cracked shaft    we carry
light    like liquid    as tender
as milk

The world was never
perfect the world ever was split
down her belly
God's laugh cracked her
up and out poured the light
milk dream
of a perfect world that is
touch and that is
the white stuff of bone that
hardens, cracks and
pours light again
Just Look

by Anne Dykers