You needn’t believe
in the power of sunlight
but I do
I have held
bloody masses
in my hand
and while I don’t attribute
that issue of blood
to the lack of sunlight
I know this to be true
had I not opened my windows
today
I would have stayed in
in fear of blood and clots
and the poetry in my head is too fragile
too fragile
like the child in my body
becoming stronger and stronger
opening up to the sun
like a window
like a womb
and the blood
like an open wound
means less and less
than the sunshine
in my hope
and coming through the window
Oh yes, I believe in the power
of the sun
and I am open to the light
and the life
that comes
Shut In
