"I held you through all your shifts of structure: While your bones turned from caved rock back to..."

“I held you through all your shifts of structure: While your bones turned from caved rock back to marrow, the dangerous fur faded to hair,

the birds cry died in your throat,

the tree bark paled from your skin,

the leaves from your eyes.”

- Margaret Atwood, from “Eventual Proteus” featured in Selected Poems: 1965-1975 (via watchoutforintellect)