Posted in Uncategorized, tagged determination, moth, poem, poetry on August 6, 2015| 1 Comment »
In the dark window
twenty pale moths flutter and rise.
This is what moths
are made to do,
to fly toward what they want
and not give up.
In the kitchen light
I watch them crawl
across my reflection.
I imagine flying
toward my own light
and never giving up,
yes, burning all my
excuses, all my stories,
flying into that flame.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged known, loss of self, moth, poem, uncertainty, unity on June 18, 2012| 2 Comments »
You are nothing but materials for burning
—Dorothy Walters
I wanted to be
somebody, not
just somebody
but somebody
wonderful and
preferably thin.
I wanted to be
somebody loved
and loving, someone
worth listening to,
someone fun, and
for forty two years
I built her into
a me, but she
is just a heap
of labels, a pile
of shoulds, a
list of pretty knowns
and fueling the one
who wants, there
is the one who is.