Sanctuary
Suppose it’s easy to slip into another’s green skin, bury yourself in leaves and wait for a breaking, a breaking open, a breaking out. I have, before, been tricked into believing I could be both an I and the world. The great eye of the world is both gaze and gloss. To be swallowed by being seen. A dream. To be made whole by being not a witness, but witnessed.
Copyright © Ada Limón. Used with permission from Milkweed Editions.
Reflections