Topography

Contours of me;

the shape of my relief
Comes rolling off my tongue in prayers
To a landscape made of my suffering

Contours of me;

the shape of my relief
With paths unfolded by grief into the earthbody

My topography broken open with crevasses
Ruptured and released
Formed by meaning
The meaning makers of WE

Contours of me;

the shape of my relief
Sculpted by these hands
I hold open in surrender to Creativity
To the Creativity that comes rolling through me
Pressing under my skin
The tingling of sourced Joy
Shaping my relief—

The contours of me

“Ruptured” Sculpture by Andrew Nuthart of collective visions gallery, Bremerton WA (wood&resin)

inspired by my poem “Topography” for Ars Poetica WA 2026