WENDY STERN - POEMS

Pieces

 

 

If I were to crumble,
As my mind wants to,
As my body longs to,
Right here, right now,
On the bed,
What would happen to
All the pieces?
Would they dissolve,
Evaporate?
A puddle of me-ness,
There on the pavement?
There and yet not there,
Just the spaciousness,
The emptiness,
That I long for,
That I always seek,
Liberation.
Liberation.