That which I am

 

And I am bare
and I am release.
No more than it all.
I am that.

And I am the night
pressed close,
the breath
between stars.
And I am the light
that listens.
No more than it all.
I am that.

And I am all tenderness—
no more
than the tide’s soft reach.
I am the water,
each cell
a shimmering shape,
the vibration
of my form
that is the sea.

I am no more than it all.
I am that.
The tender night I hear.

—Lorena Wolfman (2019, 2025)