Autumn Congruence
Autumn Congruence podcast
Even in geometry I liked it,
the fitting of figures
such a sleek thing, I wanted
to stroke the lines
of the shapes on the page.
At sixty-six, I fit myself.
From a tribal line, the figures
slide to coincide.
Ancestors dance
down through my skin
in a pageant of One, a divine parade
that makes me who I am.
My layers and lives
construct dimensions,
with nothing sticking out
to trip me up, so I can skip
and laugh across my autumn.
Congruence grants me grace.
(c) Susa Silvermarie 2013
