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Still Changing


 
 
How seldom he was still,
   more humaning than human,
     more aliving than alive.
       Mostly he was running
     or jumping or lunging.
   Mostly he was spinning
or flopping or dodging.
   Even as he sat,
     which he seldom did,
       his leg was pumping,
     his fingers fidgeting.
    But there were times,
like when we snuggled on the couch
   to read books,
     when his whole body quieted
       as if to better listen
     to the story,
   as if he was captive
to the characters’ struggles,
   every cell of him rapt
     to know what came next.
       Now I see how active
     a stillness can be,
   how far he was moved
when he was motionless,
   how even now as I sit here
     still as his tombstone,
       I am spellbound
     by the still changing story
of his life—
   how because I am still
     all of me is moved,
        until I’m a new woman
      sitting in the same place.

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Advice to Self: Get Lost

To move forward, move forward.

But first, get lost.

Really lost. If you have a map,

burn it. Not that there’s

anything wrong with a map.

But you must recalibrate

the one using it. Let her not know

where she is. And if she does know,

perhaps through rote,

perhaps through muscle memory,

then spin her around

with a blindfold on,

the way kids do when pinning

a paper tail on a donkey.

Spin her until she has no idea

which direction to walk with that tail.

Spin her until she falls.

And then let her do as St. Francis taught—

let step in whatever direction

her head is pointing.

Let her trust that any direction she steps

can be the right way forward,

every path can be a path toward love.

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pretending not
to cry, I throw out the herbs
she dried, she grew

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