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No Matter Who You Are

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on February 28, 2015| 1 Comment »

you and I—
two threads joined in one
miraculous cloth

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Post Script

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on October 6, 2013| 1 Comment »

 

 

 

Fragile, said the stamp

in dark black ink imprinted

on the cardboard box.

The bottom of the F

was not quite dark enough

to read, but there was no mistaking

the message. Things break.

 

All day, I imagine

the word invisibly stamped

on everything I see. Fragile

on the aspen trees and Fragile

on the chopping board and Fragile

on my daughter and the woman

I sit next to in the pool.

 

The red-tailed hawk. The cantaloupe.

The plastic bag. The lawn.

 

In the mirror, I see the word

in all caps on my cheeks. I remember

that afternoon in the car when

I wept and told my friend that I was breaking.

Open, she said, not down.

 

There is no shame in breaking.

Still, this chance to treat the world

with tenderness, as if the day

itself relies on how we hold it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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One Morning

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on June 11, 2013| 3 Comments »

One morning
we will wake up
and forget to build
that wall we’ve been building,
the one between us
the one we’ve been building
for years, perhaps
out of some sense
of right and boundary,
perhaps out of habit.

One morning
we will wake up
and let our empty hands
hang empty at our sides.
Perhaps they will rise,
as empty things
sometimes do
when blown
by the wind.
Perhaps they simply
will not remember
how to grasp, how to rage.

One morning
we will wake up
and we will have
misplaced all our theories
about why and how
and who did what
to whom, we will have mislaid
all our timelines
of when and plans of what
and we will not scramble
to write the plans and theories anew.

On that morning,
not much else
will have changed.
Whatever is blooming
will still be in bloom.
Whatever is wilting
will wilt. There will be fields
to plow and trains
to load and children
to feed and work to do.
On that morning,
in every action, we will
feel the urge to say thank you,
we will follow the urge to bow.

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Because We All Belong to Each Other Haiku

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on February 12, 2012| 6 Comments »

That little boy
who isn’t mine, I hold him
like he is.

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