Flare up like a flame...


You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.*

I allow myself to be drawn into the photograph.....and then settle there.....allowing my eyes to move from photo to poem and poem to photograph.....


My thoughts begin to turn upside down and slide away from one another;
my breath slowing, deepening.


My eyes soften and body eases into wonderment.


Such a small and simple flower (considered a weed by some), 
bursting with light and the full-shape of shadows. 


Could I embody "me" just as fully? 


*see this post for whole poem
photo credit: Colleen Ascosi