Meditations on the Square

Poetic Captions
1. HELD
I shaped myself to hold more than I could carry.
The structure stood firm.
So I folded inward,
tightly wrapped in stillness.
2. ROOT
Even silence seeks direction.
Beneath the grid,
the breath of something
old and patient began to stir.
3. EDGE
Not all fractures break.
I leaned into the boundary
and found it trembling,
already soft at the seams.
4. CRACK
What begins as fracture becomes form.
The pressure split the line—
not to destroy,
but to invite the next shape.
5. ECHO
The part of me I left behind still listens.
Two vessels, two voices—
one reaching,
the other remembering.
6. YIELD
I surrendered nothing but the weight.
The form remained,
but this time,
I chose what would grow within it.