The way I stood
My hunched, slouching stance was determined
By my tallness, my youth.
I tried to remember who I was.
But I could not.
And then Mom died.
I was forced to begin the slow, painful process
Of the Great Re-Member - to use dance, walking, running, biking, sex, asana –
To shift the stale, clouded energy
Of my youth away
To unveil my true stance,
My broad shoulders now dropping down,
Filling up the space where shadow once was,
My feet firmly planted on the Earth
My hips and pelvis square,
My aura assumed its true vibrant colors,
My clavicle and heart lifted, open, and available to love, heartache, and joy —
I grew taller.