And when she told me, eyes flashing,
"the one most important value is to love yourself"
I asked her in one breath*but how do you
love the self
the self that
the self that is in transition,
evolving, im(ex)ploding
colouring over tradition?
How shall I love what I do not even know?*
And when my Morrie, starting to quiver
turned from solid to liquid
she said in one breath*you gather up those
f-u-c-k-i-n-g pieces and you love them
you love them s-o h-a-r-d anyway*
And that's when it dawned
that I'd be okay.
In a Sherlockian air, her slender fingers touched tips
like a steeple over the one safe altar she knew,
herself.
And so, as I began to build,
I knelt at the steps.