PenWomanShip

We find in our minds
the inclination to categorize
wise though we may be
not wise enough to see
the layering of labels, colors,
instinctively we separate and generate
groups into which pour our fears
definitive ideas, frozen in ice
of determined rigidity.

And so, when bounding past us
leaping gracefully round the corner
of our mind?s eye is one who
does not fit squarely into
such a small narrow space,

refuses to yield to sharp
corners preferring rounded
curved borders, or pastel upon oil,
paper with torn edges, high places
without a ladder, we squirm in our
seats, sit upright and look away
or press still further into the clay.

I cannot yield to such pressure,
will not swim shallowly, so follow
me as I dive down deep, and defy
your description.