caroline ridgway

I am a shape.

I punctuate my day, depending:

declaration, question, exclamation, pause, question, connection.

I am round in spots, shifting angles elsewhere,

freeform otherwise.

I am stretched and resewn.

My spirals are symmetric.

I am edges, and landings, and in between.

I am four walls, or four legs, filled with light, or with blood and muscle.

I am infinity. Wild, sideways

in energetic assessment and reaction.

I am you. Together we expand to fill the space with time.

I am visible breath. I am the vibration left by sound.

I am open hands, cupped, offering.

I am fully self-contained, and the sky.

I am what there is, but all there is.