Explain yourself!

When you're a kid and they say

snips and snails

and sugar and spice

you think that boys really wag like tails

and girls are only nice

and the moment you say

to that dress so nice

and pressed

that you'd rather wear ripped jeans...

the need of the world to

quantify who you are

qualify what you can be

begins making it hard for us to see

we are everything.

I was maybe fifteen

when that fire red haired girl said,

"Amazon," with such intent

such conviction

I laid to rest my need to be made of sweet

and neat

and meek

and danced with the warrior

I'd yet to meet.

When I was older

by a decade

and the weight

of convictions

beliefs

became burdens

instead of release,

and I heard myself say.

"A part of God is me,"

with such passion

such peace..

I laid to rest my need to describe

who or what I am.

No need to decide

or ride some invisible line

or search for some sign...

just BE.

This sack of flesh

is so much more.

I could write you metaphors

about rock-soled feet

and angry bones;

cautious happiness

and beaming souls...

I think it is better to speak the truth.

I am of the sun and stars and moon.

I am the roots and the tree and the fruit.

I am the seasons, the weather, the air.

I am the quasars, and black holes,

and I the wooden winding stair.

I am the buildings and their iron beams.

I am the empty space in between

atoms and thoughts in your brain.

I am the flood and the desperate need for rain.

The energy that created the universe?

Mine is the same.

You tell me,

how csn you quantify

infinity?