Star-sensed, I exist where flesh meets sign
in this pentagram body: head crowning thought,
arms open to embrace the horizontal world,
legs firm on this material and spiritual ground,
directed and directionless.

Here, matter drowns in meaning,
symbol becomes the skin on flesh:
each point a sensory opening to
the sky, the earth, the sea,
and to each other in this creation.

Each angle bends substance toward language,
and I hinge between the weight of water
and the weightlessness of speech,
my five-fold form a pattern spelling human.

Grounded and seeking,
dirt-born and stargazing,
my body is an incalculable total
swinging inexorably between things and words,
from biology to a reading of the world,
feeling complete in my incompleteness,
a figure sketched as a star through incarnation.

I am a living crossing,
at the clearing where world
and word meet.
I am a star, dirt-born,
a pentagram reversed,
a body language-soaked,
translating the world,
even as the world translates me.

 

5/2/2026