sure, all the freedom
you want, darling, here
at the end of this leash
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem on December 10, 2015| 1 Comment »
sure, all the freedom
you want, darling, here
at the end of this leash
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem on December 10, 2015| 1 Comment »
speaking to your heart
my eyes, two trembling pilgrims,
take off their shoes
*
evening delivers
this quiet invitation—
begin again
*
though I closed the door
the world enters
through the keyhole
*
at my table
serving wine
to the empty seats
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged peace, poem, warrior on December 9, 2015| 1 Comment »
the warrior in me
traded in her weapon for seeds
still a warrior
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem on December 7, 2015| 1 Comment »
cold sheets—
all night my hands reach
to where you are not
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem, tenderness on December 7, 2015| 7 Comments »
Picking up broken glass
with bare hands,
of course I was cut,
but something in me
was curious to learn
the secrets of being sharp.
Something in me
wanted another reason
to be tender
with everyone I meet.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem on December 6, 2015| 2 Comments »
Shoveling pond ice,
I find an enormous beetle
on its back, frozen. I can’t help
but stare for several minutes.
Its black eyes are still intact,
though dim, its six legs
almost daintily bent.
There is so much
I have not noticed before.
What a gift every smallest
symposium —nothing too
slight to invite our curiosity,
our wonder, our sense
that we are part of a much,
much larger conversation—
it makes it harder
to feel lonely.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged love, poem on December 5, 2015| 1 Comment »
looking at your face
I see you twenty years ago—
I tell you I love you
in the voice of that
younger woman
who’s taken to wearing
wrinkles, wearing gray
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem, self love on December 3, 2015| 2 Comments »
with thanks to Rebecca Mullen
Here, she said, her pockets
stuffed with forgiveness,
borrow some of mine.
I take it between my fingers
like a coin and hold it up
to see how it shines,
but I hide it quick,
almost embarrassed
to be seen with it.
All day, I touch my pocket
to be sure it’s still there.
All day, I dream of ways
to spend it.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged forgiveness, making peace on December 2, 2015| 1 Comment »
with gratitude to Rachel Kellum
holding out the olive branch,
surprised to see the end’s
been set on fire—
oh foolish woman who hesitates
to drop it before she is burned
*
olive tree,
may you grow many branches,
may I prune you often
but not to the point of risking the roots—
for now, here is water, time
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem on December 1, 2015| 1 Comment »
no darling, it’s not
that all roads lead homeward,
it’s that they are home