Skin of Fruit

I once was a skin of fruit

Jar.

Bowl.

Ozone.

I once held within me, mystery

A seed.

An inkling.

A juicy new

Life

I once moved without moving

Someone else turning me,

from the inside

Contained and held–

Without arms

Loved without knowing

Belly rising and falling

At someone else’s impulse,

Intention…

2 creatures fitted together

a ship in a bottle

on an amniotic ocean.

5. 5. 2003

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