poem

Your tail is long.

Much longer than I thought.
And longer than I feared.

And it is beautiful. So beautiful, my God,
I could spend the rest of my life
eating it and breathing it and staring at it
as if it were a miracle.

Who blessed you with such gift?
Who made you so special?

Can you now climb all trees?
And can you now know all truths?

Are you a beast?
Are you a star?

Your tail shines through your being.
It is who you are.
You've tried
again
and again
to cut it
dead
and to
be
like all the rest.

And you have hated it and you have loved it.

Your tail is who you will always be.
Your trap - this tail - in life.