handiwork

the juncture of beauty and cognition,

practicality and imagination—

these are our clothes.

we are wearing art.

unaware that we are muses,

we swim in conception,

sleep among wonder,

adjacent to inventiveness.

we are wearing art.

oblivious to our bodied significance,

stunning precisely

because we are canvas,

clay

and stone,

sand

and volcano.

our bodies—

surfaced wearings—

steer life into the center,

into stitches,

concentrated colors,

chaotic collaborations.

feverish

we glimpse the world

that will be

our skin

lovely

infinite.