Body Poem-in-Progress: I've Known Locks

Hello public imperfection! Welcome to my creative process.

I've known locks.
I've known locks in their delicate intransigence.
I've known locks.

So. For some years, I was obsessed with locks and keys. I shared the poem above in a writing workshop taught by awe-mazing Alison Luterman—poet, essayist, performer, composer, friend, and writing coach. That was ___ (!) years ago. To this day, Ali reminds me of this poem. And I feel devoted to leaning further into it, because I sense it’s trying to say more. And so I keep sitting with it.

I've known locks.
I've known locks in their delicate intransigence.
I've known locks.

Thank you for your accompaniment to see how this one may unfold.

For now, when my senses lead to obsessions, I consider these a kind of body guide trying to relay something to my tender heart + stubborn mind. If I allow these to be without judgment or grasping—if I breathe and open myself to wonder—maybe they stand a chance at becoming gifts, offerings.

Who knows? I don’t, fully. But how thankful I am to sense.

Grateful in, beneath and beyond words to be in discovery with you,

Coke