Trans/figuration

I have been made anew

like the first hour of sun

after days of rain.

I have kissed the face

of the life that took from me

the only life I knew. Made anew,

I have let love render me

surrendered, naked

as a speck of dust in a beam

of day let loose from an opened

fist. I have kissed the fist open.

Open, I have effaced the face

of every shame that did not

say my truer name. Look,

I was given a cage I have

come to see as a gift

for it is a cage I can see.

Just yesterday, my love

bent two bars into

a bouquet of flowers

on a day I did not believe

in flowers. I am taking my body

beyond its shape.