“Neither is new wine put into old wineskins. If it is, the skins burst and the wine is spilled and the skins are destroyed. But new wine is put in fresh wineskins and so both are preserved.”
A new way of seeing the world
does not only mean the outer forms cannot be patched—
something alchemical happens within.
We shift and expand and boil a little,
sloshing up against
our leathery insides until
in a small, steady drip
or a tremendous rip and splash
we rush into transformation.
If we have
new skins holding us,
we will grow larger, expand the seams,
but look here, our eyes
pricked with light.