Throw Your Own Bones
Throw your own bones
into the furrows behind you.
Turn and watch them rise.
Take their hands
and lead your selves
over earth broken and whole.
Form a chain of selves
across rivers.
On the far bank
of each impossibility
grasp your own arms
and clamber up to safety.
Rest against your own breast.
Catch your breath.
Whisper thanks to the you
standing watch.
Enter the tent
you prepared for you.
Sleep in its shade,
sheltered by the gift
of your own shadow.
by Holly L. Thomas
© 2003