movement

There is love in the world.
It tells me I am beautiful.
I am wanted.

Unbinding burial dressings fall.
There is movement.
My feet dance.

I rise with Maya Angelou
and breathe the moment with Margaret Atwood.

I give ode to pity with Jane Austen
and remembrance with Emily Bronte.

I let the turtle go with Mary Oliver,
I let go of our whole life with Adrienne Rich.

I have found them and with them I am found.
There is love in the world and it tells me I am beautiful.
I am not alone.