Body as Livewire

I sing in the morning,
so my throat will open
and blackbirds will soar
from my gaping maw.

I lay on my back,

waiting to be straightened

for my spine to be settled

with a lumbar knock.

When I'm meditating,

and my fingers unfold

I feel a sudden tenderness

engulf my soul.

I can't really follow

how frequently i blink

but as I stare ahead

a power radiates within.

Sometimes I desperately wish

to be cracked open - like a walnut

with a mallet

and lulled into mush.

Every time I hope,

I'm keeping myself open

Letting all the world's joy and pain

Into my arms

Until I'm truly broken.