secretly you hold the cosmos
it were a newborn child–
overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude the latitude the longitude–
in its capacity to expand and carry
inside your body at the intersection of all dark,
The prompt for NaPoWriMo Day 11 is to write a poem about a very large thing. I’ve used the waltmarie form with the subject of healing, prompt 12 from Muri’s April Scavenger hunt. I love the way this form illuminates itself with its interior verse.