From a highly recommended book of poems: "Becoming Bread," by Gunilla Norris -
ON THE COUNTER
Taken out, exposed
on the counter,
I am being kneaded.
The air pounded
out of me,
I am turned
Inside out. Rolled over
as if by a breaker.
Beached...
I am in the open.
Do not leave me now.
Do not hurt me
or give advice.
Do not rescue me.
Do not stop this.
It is my true chance.
Upside down I may
take shape. I may become
more of myself,
resilient. Let this happen.
Here on the counter
kneaded, turned on end
I will become less
and somehow more myself.
Hold my hand.
Do nothing. Soon
it may happen. Soon
I may be kneaded into shape,
smooth, all of one piece,
able to dream forward again.
Soon you may join me
here on the counter.
And I will know you as myself.
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