wise (assed) woman

I have been accused of being too intense more times
than I have counted. The truth is I am always intense.
Even when I am still electromagnetic messages repeatedly
write random truths on the walls in the basement of my soul.
Waves of joy rise high within me lifting all who come near.
My sadness is an inky pool of heavy, dripping viscosity I
only swim in when I’m alone. My anger can threaten
to erupt like a nuclear detonation or tremble lightly like
a series of smaller aftershocks. My humor and hilarity
flit about like a battalion of happy hummingbirds darting
in multi-octave staccato formations from one sip to the next.
The elemental base notes of my vibration climb from my feet
and blossom like bright notes played on the right side of the piano.
I am small but my life force is huge.
Some are drawn to my intensity. Some armor up or run.
It has mellowed much since I was young. Count it a blessing or
a curse to never have tasted what it was like before.
I use my powers for good now. I promise.
I’m the woman in the hut at the edge of the village, the one
who can take away your pain by showing you your own heart.

Cinse Bonino
2021