When Meeting the Other – Paulann Petersen

When Meeting the other

Given arms, the sun
would choose to grow many.
Having many narrow arms,
the sun would—at each limb’s end—
flare into a palm and fingers,
into the curves made for reaching.

Extremities of flame, of shine.
Hands that carry enough
heat and light to give away.

Be that sun. One small sun.

~Paulann Petersen

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1 Response to When Meeting the Other – Paulann Petersen

  1. Michelle says:

    Did I tell you how glad I am to have found your beautiful site (thanks to Jude)?

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