Ungoverned

Bec D'Ambes, Early Spring, 2025

 
Feelings that come without names or pictures
This is bodily music before words
Facts present implicit in tender flesh
Inner weather, earliest memory
 
That lives ongoingly as part apart
As inspiration and desperation,
Sometimes quiet and deep, but never gone
Etched in flesh that hopes even as it hurts
 
Music asks for movement, there are dances
That …