A spare but commanding piece from one of my favorite poetic powerhouses, Adrienne Rich (1929-2012).
If you have taken this rubble for my past
raking through it for fragments you could sell
know that I long ago moved on
deeper into the heart of the matter
If you think you can grasp me, think again;
my story flows in more than one direction
a delta springing from the river bed
with its five fingers spread.