Corazón

just below the surface of the skin

a certain singing

just behind the heart in the center of the chest

eyes looking around

deep inside the woven bones of the wrist

a cold river moving

I am no longer little

I am not alone

My arms do not flail helplessly in air

I do not lie on my back, neck bared to the fangs

all around me, loving

in the dark, hands reaching out to help me

outside the window, beauty

inside, beauty

all around me, soft voices saying yes