This is taken from one of my all-time favorite books of poetry, BECOMING BREAD by Gunilla Norris. (1993)
ON THE COUNTER AGAIN
Taken out, exposed
And cold on the counter,
you are being kneaded.
The air pounded
out of you,
you are turned
Inside out. Rolled over
In waves.
Everything made visible
on the counter.
I will not leave you now..
I will not hurt you
Or give advice.
I will not rescue you.
I will not stop this.
It is your true chance.
Upside down you may
take shape. You may become
more of yourself,
Resilient. Let this happen.
Here on the counter
Pounded, turned on end.
You will become less
And somehow more yourself.
I hold your hand
And do nothing. Soon
It may happen.
You will be kneaded
into shape, smooth,
able to go on again.
We are together here
On the counter and alone.
You will know me as yourself.
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