You

You are not an arrow.

You are not just wood shaft, pointed end,

quill at the tip.

You are layers,

dimensions, complexities.

From every angle you are distinct —

Your shape shifts.

I don’t hope to

understand you in one sitting

or even several years.

I doubt I’ll fully know you

in a lifetime.

You’re the sea,

a flower,

a favorite book.

I’ll keep learning you,

forever discovering another

shape, rhythm, shade,

wave, sparkle, truth.