Communion

This morning
Space was a golden mother
Without body
Whose body was also mine,
Whose breath was sky
Playing ocean.

I didn’t know
Where I was
But home.
I was the child
A mother cannot help
But love.

I was the mother
Of the naughty,
Knotted
Golden child
Making room
On my vast lap.

Go ahead, we said,
Personify what you can’t
Understand
If that is what it takes
To break you
Open like bread.

2014