Did you notice,
I say, the gorilla’s nose
is shaped like a heart?
Yes, she says, but my heart
is shaped like a fist.
*
Easy to see
I’m a wave in the water—
when I disappear
nothing essential
will be lost.
*
Harder to believe
nothing’s lost when my daughter
pulls the needle
out of my knitting
and the stitches fall off.
*
Ever notice
how hard it is to see eye
to eye when our
backs are toward
each other?
*
Solar eclipse
in Taurus and the window
between worlds opens—
eyes wide, advises my chart,
it’s a new day for your heart
Some really clever stuff here!
wish I were just being clever about the center stitches coming out of my knitting project! I am utterly unable to fix it. Sigh. Only three rows from being done. I tell myself, nothing is really lost. But sometimes it’s hard to believe it.
such images. such resonance.
“Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;” -Yeats
And yet, nothing is lost..? Not so today…
Five is my lucky number! Though I must say number one is a zinger! That heart and fist colliding in the same stanza. I do think number three could launch a new mother/daughter poem when you get stuck for inspiration. Those lost stitches seem ripe with possibilities. I hear Madam Defarge in the background, whispering.