International Nonbinary Day

A Poem

Photo by Cecilie Bomstad on Unsplash

No Binary

Invisible—

the spindles of the wolf spider’s web—

Windows—

Panes of sky split

by silver linings

like a glass house shattered

by stones— a house of stars—

you can’t unsee the many

multitudes- the way a body is

never just a body

but one stocky sack of cells

always dividing— not dead or

alive, but becoming.

Seeing is process—

light slipping— not dark or

light, not here or

there, not dead or

alive but expanding— a cluster

of lungs expanding.

Remember the star

you see is a dying light—

burgeoning further away—

further than you can fathom.

We never stop becoming—

a lightning bug lives in minutes

not years— and still the green ghost

of its lantern haunts our back yards

like a promise. There will always be

more— even if you can’t see

them before they bloom

emerald—

alive.