All the Way to the Very Bottom
People are for love.
They are for meeting.
They are for looking out
of their skins at each other.
People are for uncovery.
They are for gazing.
They are mirrors, bridges.
They are the other leaves on the tree.
They are for being not-me
like an apple is not an orange.
People are not for peeling.
Together we are people.
It is a puzzle, this drawing need
this holding and this unease.
poem and photograph Rose Cook
Rose Cook 