The Container Speaks, by Annette Carasco

The Container Speaks

I am the vessel

the earth beneath her feet

the one you came to see

I am forged of sunshine

my golden exterior emanating warmth

to comfort and protect

I am fashioned from linen and glue

Painstakingly molded, layer upon layer

With a gaping maw in my center

I am her beginning and her end

you may glimpse my inner mystery

but never know my true purpose

I am both her shelter and her prison

my walls protect her and hem her in

for this is our dance, our destiny

To be eternally intertwined

I am that which contains the woman

and she is you.

A matter of perspective?

Annette Carasco