Hi friends!
I’m back from vacation with my family–we spent time in San Miguel de Allende, Denver and Tulum–and as you’ll read, yes, I did break my fifth metatarsal in my foot. And I will be fine–the best case scenario for a broken bone in your foot. I am still planning to be in California next week to do performances and workshops–albeit on crutches, but with a smile on my face.
Also, so many fabulous things happened while I was gone–I will put some of them into a gathering of good news in another post, plus a link to my thoughtshop this week on our glorious imagination and poetry.
Below you’ll find poems from all the days I was gone–sometimes more than one a day–and with this, the daily poems will resume appearing here in a daily way!
Love,
Rosemerry
horizon line—
feeling my love
travel beyond it
*
church bells in the dark—
the sound of two forty-five a.m.
becomes lullaby
*
like a ripening guava
this small hard memory
now sweetens the whole room
*
napping in the sun
my limbs forget
what an hour is
*
it’s okay if you can only
conjugate in the present
says the scent of fresh tortillas
*
entering the ancient church
how many others whispered here
thy will be done
*
hand above the knob—
how many doors did I close
to open this one?
*
one misstep
and the thin bone breaks—
time to learn new ways to dance
*
rather out of tune
the mariachi band—
still my joy bright as their trumpets
*
like clouds with wings
this tree billowing
with white egrets
*
as if nature went wild
with a purple crayon—
city of jacaranda
*
foot broken
finally still enough
to hear the chickadee
*
like seaweed on the beach
these old stories of self—
each morning, time to rake again
*
listening to waves for days—
what part of me
is not ocean?
*
anger is potent fuel
but joy, joy burns
just as bright, more clean
*
I want to swallow
the whole universe with my heart
starting with this bitter bite
*
scent of mesquite fires
clings in my hair,
whispers, you belong
*
I cannot fix anything
but I can
hold you
*
the stranger in 15D and I
both sing along with pre-flight music—
shower the people you love with love
—Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer