What Wonder Full

the measure of my cup

cannot hold,

though in the negative

I see its ample

curve and mold,

like the world

pressed against

the bottom of

the universe,

and the itch

in my palm

to assess

my lifeline

is overwhelming

from time to time

I can only

stir,

a word

a line

in the ocean

of my emotion

that overflows

in this body

that is

never

really

mine

2020 APR 07