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Not in the Looking But

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on November 11, 2012| 6 Comments »

A woman spends her life looking for God.
Well, actually, she doesn’t. She spends
her life doing dishes. Sweeping floors.
Folding laundry. Sometimes she wonders
if there is a god and if it is possible there
is not. And then she wonders if there
is enough peanut butter to make
the children’s lunch. Sometimes
when she is quiet there is something
she cannot express. It is something like
blackness. It is something like nothing.
It is something that she can lean into
until she remembers the bread needs
to come out of the oven. Why does she feel
it, this tug toward that nothing? And
why does she vacuum on top of it?
There are bills to be paid. Errands
to run. Bottoms to wipe. She makes a
whole to do list of excuses not to find
out what is there. Sometimes she feels
something. A certain uncertain, what?
And then it slips between the books
on the shelf that she has forgotten
again to dust.

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Cutting Through the Conversation

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on November 4, 2012| 7 Comments »

No words so perfect
as the crow.
Although I try.
to verbalize
the changing color
of its eyes,
the widening circles
of its calls,
the syllables
deny me. Only
crows can fly
on wings so black
they’re light. And words,
well I adore
those, too, the wrestling
with, the humbling
by, but moreso
I do love
(oh hush)
the crow.

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Bet God Is Laughing Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on October 19, 2012| 2 Comments »

strange, even after
the door disappeared, jamb, too
I still stand
in the middle of openness
hands clasped around a knob

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Four Fallings

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on October 14, 2012| 2 Comments »

empty the trees
and thousands of lily bulbs
not yet bloomed—
in my heart
still spring

*

floating into the pond
the cottonwood leaves—
each one a boat
I would ride in
with you

*

for some things
it is too late, some nests
will never be built—
every hummingbird
is gone

*

I have wanted
to love you perfectly
petal after petal—
now I just want
to love you

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Prodigal

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , on September 22, 2012| 3 Comments »

After all this time
you still pour
pure water
into my chipped cup.
You know
I will spill and still
you pour,
and you pour.
You know, too,
how even
despite great thirst
I will sometimes
refuse to drink,
how even when
the water doesn’t
reach my lips
they are still
blessed
with your giving.

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Gravity Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on August 9, 2012| 3 Comments »

only after
my own arms
relaxed
did I feel how I am
so gently being held

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Adrift

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on April 14, 2012| 2 Comments »

I imagine myself
an empty vase
and you
the water,
the flowers,
the blooming,
the wilting,
the returning
of emptiness,
and you the crack
fine and growing
in the way
I thought
I could hold
you in.

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Tender Graffiti

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on February 27, 2012| 1 Comment »

In a dream,
the walls
of our one
giant heart
stretch beyond
the edges
of the dream
and in permanent marker
God has scrawled
all over them
with every color
i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you

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Eight

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , on January 10, 2012| 6 Comments »

did it just start to
sing, that brown bird, or did I
just start to listen?

*

a night of fretting,
but the day comes in with a
cartwheel

*

that letter so much
more precious now that I
have lost it

*

once I took all the
books off the shelves, God arrived
with a blank page

*

today
the leaf just
a leaf

*

no pillow tonight!
the poem just grabbed a drum
and crooked its finger

*

but I don’t know how
to fly, I said, and God said,
start by falling

*

still cupped in my hands
this song hummed to me
seven years ago

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five

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on January 7, 2012| 2 Comments »

the sky unzipped its
blue dress and offered it to me—
hope it’s not too small

*

winter is easier
when your words melt like snow
on my tongue

*

I asked the world to
open me—I did not count
on infinite rooms

*

it was not the dark
that changed but my eyes that learned
to adjust

*

praying to God, I
said, I said please, I said too
too much to listen

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