throwing it away,
that old map toward happiness,
choosing instead
to let my feet wander
whichever way they wander,
each step
an invitation
to arrive
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged map, poem, poetry on May 13, 2016| 5 Comments »
throwing it away,
that old map toward happiness,
choosing instead
to let my feet wander
whichever way they wander,
each step
an invitation
to arrive
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged book, life, poem, story on May 11, 2016| 1 Comment »
Rewrite the first chapter,
the one in which someone else
starts to tell your story.
Notice how when you erase it,
all the chapters after it
go blank. Fields of blank pages.
Skies of blank pages. Blank minutes,
blank days, blank years. Listen
for what’s left of your story—
nothing. Miss your friends.
Miss your mom. Miss your old house
and your problems. Go back
to chapter one. Rewrite it exactly
as it was written, but keep
the pen in your hand. You want
to be in charge of the story
from here on in.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged accomodating, poem, poetry, wrestling on May 10, 2016| 4 Comments »
Remember that day
when you felt as if
there were two sumo wrestlers
inside your gut? Remember
how they whumped and slammed
each other and your whole body
felt bruised with their weight?
That was the day you said
you would never let yourself
be small ever again. But
here you are, considering
how to cut off your limbs
to fit into someone else’s box.
It’s no mistake you are here.
There is more to learn
and unlearn about who you are
and who you are becoming.
Those sumo wrestlers, they’ll
get tired and when they do,
offer them tea in very small cups.
Ask them where they’ve been so long.
Cheer them on when they finish their sipping,
when they start to fight again
making in you more space
than you’ve ever felt inside before.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged becoming, daughter, normal, poem, poetry on May 10, 2016| 1 Comment »
She watches the window waiting
for the owl to arrive with a letter
in its beak with her name on it,
or perhaps for a faun to show up
in plain clothes and escort her
to the gates of Camp Half Blood
where she might be claimed
as the daughter of Aphrodite.
Oh how she prays for any
formal invitation to a place
where she would discover she is something
more than just a normal girl
with normal talents and a normal
life. I don’t tell her that there
are invitations even now
for her to discover her true nature—
in the pond, on the trunk of the cottonwood,
in the river rocks, in the moss—
all of them magic, just waiting
for her to open them.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beauty, daughter, legacy, mother, mother's day, poem, poetry on May 8, 2016| 1 Comment »
Every morning when I was a girl
my mother would wake me
with song, the same lilting lyric
every dawn,
It’s going to be such a lovely day,
good morning, good morning I say.
It sounds too grand
to call it ceremony,
and she would have appeared
an unlikely celebrant
in her bathrobe and slippers,
but she infused
this daily ritual with prayer
and to this day I wake
certain that the world
will have beauty in it
and certain that I will find it—
this the most beautiful gift
any mother could give.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged anticipation, garden, poem, poetry, sunflower seeds on May 7, 2016| 1 Comment »
before I push
the dark seeds into the dirt,
preparing the dirt
*
waiting
for a beginning—
roomfuls of gold
*
patience
I say to the empty vase
my heart
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged blessing, fear, poem, poetry on May 6, 2016| 1 Comment »
And when there is fear,
then let us be flowers
unashamed of our blooming,
and let us be rivers undammed.
And when there is loss,
then let us be leaves that surrender to death
and give even more in life.
And when there is ache,
let’s unfold like dawn in layers
and layers of ripening pink,
let’s be bells
that ring only love.
And when there is sorrow,
let us be dark wings
that gather the light,
and let us be the light.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Ars Nova Singers, Paul Fowler, poem, poetry, Wewer Keohane on May 6, 2016| Leave a Comment »
Dear Poetry Friends,
Last week I was so thrilled and honored and humbled to be a part of the the Ars Nova Singers’ Shared Visions program, a collaboration of artists, poets, composers, a conductor and a fabulously talented choir. Here is a link to a review of the concert posted today in The Scene.
I felt so wildly lucky to be linked with artist Wewer Keohane of Carbondale, composer Paul Fowler who is chair of the music department at Naropa, and Tom Morgan, who founded and directs Ars Nova–and then all those dedicated singers.
With the performance, I felt as if I knew the poem, “Yet Another Layer,” in a wholly, holy new way. I felt, indeed, unveiled and full of wonderment and wondering.
Why not consider a collaboration of your own–find a friend, or perhaps a stranger who will become your friend, and see what you might create together.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged communication, poem, poetry on May 6, 2016| 1 Comment »
said with tenderness
even the most alarming words
contain sweetness—
clear drops of rain
on the thistle
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem, poetry on May 5, 2016| 1 Comment »
today the heart
is a golden field with no edges
abundant with grain
and here in the center
a scarecrow
with open arms
croons to the birds,
the farmer, the mice,
come on, there’s plenty,
plenty for all