Ectoplasm



Consider your origen:
It is likely someone was drunk
a frantic clutch of fabric and air
a smolder of desire
Or the thing growing beneath the mud
now
arching against the insurmountable anyway
again
consider the glorious insistence 
of the weed

Consider the path you took
the one which now appears inevidable
the one which might have been the other
that one
which now appears in memory
as regret
but at the time was barely seen

Or the one born in the barn - 
a beginning we have beautified - 
but at the time was brutal
bloody and terrifying
as easily death as life

Consider the messiness of beginnings
praise the pulpy blob of creation
which hardens into purpose
and comes through
only after it is aroused
by desire
by light
by heat

Ask:
who am I to protect myself
against the tender terror
of love?