by Carrie Routman, GYROTONIC® Trainer and bodyworker
a touch
to crown’s sutures
and one to midback
I breathe
she knows
already where
imbalance hides
in forest of flesh
and bone
she becomes
the sun i the horizon
sinking bones
to the table
laying landscape
to her x-ray
vision through
fingerprints
her heart
combing and
freeing bramble
and briar of
organs ajar
like trees bent
from a storm
called life
her heart
like mother’s
seeing me
seeing through
me lifting and
prodding
parts of colon
small intestine
she says like
sea anenome
needs to connect
to the coral
again
peritoneum
gift wrapping
me again
her heart
sees
the shapes
inside
atones my
kidney
my heart
layers within
gliding
freed from
forces frozen
sliding
with
sensing
like
my heart
saying
i won’t fall
again i can
feel i can
hear
i can love
