(A dedication before breath; For)

Everything that I do, I do for
you.
Everything that I am, I am for
you.
I know you, just the same.

Seated within my body, like the air that passes by;

Forgive me when I run away-
For we both know that I am scared of myself,
As I learn to navigate a labyrinthian, mobile body,
and every moment that it takes.

Still, in shapes, many follow.
To create, I have no choice but to pursue.
So in each piece, each stroke, in each breath
I pursue in you

So that one day, and many more,
Through the work of my hands,
I can see you breathe too.

(The Genius Loci of the landscape of my heart.)