Remember back to when your eyes

first opened like doors to the world.

Hours earlier you swam in the womb

and knew only that red sea.

Your blood moved, you even breathed,

but in half-sleep you never guessed

That life was piped in from outside.

Maybe you heard a rumor about light,

the sun, others like yourself.

How could you even dare dream it – death –

inhaling dry air, to drown in that myth,





We are the proof of the place,

our bodies thrust like knives

through the skin between the worlds

until death withdraws the blade again.

The rend closes like water,

the skin reseals and leaves no scar.

In between, we gape like wounds,

like windows.  Soul flows

like wind into a house

where someone sits and wonders,

is there an outdoors?  A sky?