THE CLOSET MYSTIC

And I am water

Delicate
Fragile.

I’m a boy like a pond

My eyes always armed

With an army of tears

And I can’t turn it off

I can’t turn the feelings off

And I love myself for it

I want to swaddle the world in my arms

And weep for every being’s suffering

I could cry out oceans 

I could cry out rivers

You’ve no idea my arsenal of water

You’ve no idea the hidden water table of my being

Every being has an aquifer they don’t show the world

Underneath the surface

But it’s all I can see

I can only see their water

And is that so wrong? 

We are all 70% water

So even if I forget the other 30%

I’m still 70% right

I will always be the child within

But like recognizes like — 

So I will always see

No matter the age of who is before me

That soft child,

That delicate being 

Who needs gentle words of reassurance

Let me hold the world

Show me all who haven’t been adored the way they deserve

Let me mother every being

Every hardened man,

Brows permanently furrowed,

Let me kiss his forehead,

and watch scar tissue dissolve.

Let me be the pacifying warmth that every terrified man, woman, and child needs

Give this world the hug of the Mother

Oh, heavens,

Do we all need it