Only Bodies Can Say
there are certain things
that only bodies can say
tiny fingers grab at the sun
older hands carry blisters
flesh wrapped with maps
of work and tenderness
there are thick wooden
arms that bear the arc
of where the sun has been
and there are so many bodies
more than voices
two cardinals make choices
they pick each other
and part
and come together again
and share a design in mind
they weave the same thing
with only what they both bring
with only their bodies