dancing in the downpour—
the same woman who an hour ago
didn’t want to get wet
Posts Tagged ‘change’
If Only All Change Were So Easy
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged change, poem, poetry, rain, transformation on July 28, 2019| Leave a Comment »
Redefinition
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged change, kilogram, love, poem, poetry, science on May 20, 2019| 2 Comments »
Darling, they’ve redefined the kilogram.
Once it was a thing. A real thing:
a platinum-iridium cylinder
weighing 2.2 pounds. A thing they kept
in France in a high-security vault. A thing
they could compare to other such weights
kept in vaults all around the world.
As if to lock a thing up is to keep it
from changing. Forever.
Now we know better.
Every thing changes. It’s the nature
of things. Even prototypes lose atoms,
no matter how sterile the room
in which they’re kept.
The loss may be only the weight
of a single eyelash that no longer
bats itself at time.
Over time, it matters.
Now, understanding the volatile nature of things,
they’ve made the kilogram an idea—
a simple truth—by tying its definition
to Planck’s constant. How the world loves
a constant.
Darling, know that I am a thing.
I have wanted to be constant,
unwavering, true, but I lose things.
I gain things. I change innumerable
times a day. I am never the same woman
as I was yesterday. Each time we speak,
I swell, I leak. I will always love you
not the same. There is more at work than gravity.
It’s the way the heart is made.
I want to make you promises.
Like constancy. Like forever.
I promise that I’ll change.
Like the old kilogram. Like weather.
https://www.cnn.com/2018/11/13/world/kilo-measurement-scli-intl/index.html
One Wanting the World to be Different
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bird, cage, change, entrapment, poem, poetry on December 9, 2018| Leave a Comment »
bird in the cage
so intently singing
its sad, caged song
never noticing
the door long ago opened
One Potential
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged change, doorway, meeting the moment, poem, poetry, potential on November 16, 2018| Leave a Comment »
in every moment
a doorway, but sometimes
the door so small
not even my toe
will fit through
One Marriage
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged canyon, change, love, poem, poetry, river on November 15, 2018| Leave a Comment »
ever conversing
the canyon and river—
one carves,
one contains,
one sings,
one resonates,
summer, winter,
sun, rain,
both endure
both change
Isostasy
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged change, Danny Rosen, geology, isostasy, poem, poetry on October 14, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Danny says the continent is rising,
it rises as the glaciers melt, it’s rising
for the last ten thousand years.
How slowly things change, invisibly
until the time we cannot recognize
the world we thought we knew.
How slowly things change, beyond
our ability to measure, but they do, love,
the crust now floating above the mantle.
Finding Her Spine
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged book, change, poem, poetry on October 2, 2018| 8 Comments »
not just turning the pages
of her life to the next chapter,
but choosing to leap
out of the pages
into a new book
Pep Talk
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged change, poem, poetry, self talk, toaster, transformation on May 10, 2018| Leave a Comment »
It’s not like the toaster
keeps secrets. Everyone
knows that all it does
is add heat for a short
duration. But that’s
all it takes to turn
something stale
into something
somehow sweeter
and warmer and
oddly much
more itself.
Heat. For a bit. That’s all.
And even knowing
this, I let the stale
parts of me stay
stale. I know from experience
that that the heat
will come whether
I choose it or not.
Though sometimes it
will burn down the house
just to toast one slice.
Better to take things
into my own hands.
Sometimes, I take
my own advice.
One Note from the Wind
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged change, poem, poetry, wind on December 21, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Think Small
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged change, poem, poetry, saffron on December 4, 2017| 1 Comment »
Even the smallest strand of saffron
goldens the rice and lends
its good and earthy bitterness
to each of the ten thousand
grains in the pot.
My friend says she wants
to make a bigger difference,
doubts the effect she has.
There are many ways, I think,
to reach many.
One is to do as the saffron crocus does—
put everything you have
into just a few threads,
then trust they’re potent enough
to change everything.
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