Watching you stretch, I saw
in that simple, basic behavior all
the many yous that have stretched:
the tiny child,
the scampering girl,
the inward adolescent,
the young woman exulting in her body,
the mother after a long day,
the artist, the writer up from her desk—
all different and all the same and together
in the same energy, the same stretch.
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1 Heather Bartlett // Aug 18, 2010 at 1:15 pm
How did I miss this sweet poem? <3
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