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It’s not forever.
When we fence a tree
down by the river,  
some slender tree
that a beaver could easily
gnaw through, the fence
only stays up until the trunk
grows big and thick,
wide enough to discourage
any who would try take it down.

Just today, I realized I’d built a fence
around me. Noticed it
only because, while routinely
clearing out,
I dismantled the fence
and took it away.
How invisible a wall can be.

What amazed me:
how enormous I’ve become—
vigorous, robust,
sturdy enough not to worry
about little bites.
I remember how, not so long ago,
I was so vulnerable.

You could hug me now,
now that the fence is gone,
though your arms wouldn’t quite reach
all the way around.
Perhaps that’s as it should be.
Part of me belongs to you.
Part of me is still growing
into the world.

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This solar year, you will actually become the one you wished for. 

            —Holiday Mathis, horoscope

 

 

And so when Holiday Mathis tells me

that this is the year I will become

the one I wished for, I decide to believe her.

If it’s true, I will become sky, become river,

become aspen. Peace in my actions, truth

in my words, love in my every breath.

And though I’m unsure about horoscopes,

I decide to do everything I can to prove

her right, my thoughts already perhaps

a bit more fluid, a bit more blue.

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in the ring with lions,

right where she wants to be

this housecat

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Five Currents

 

 

 

choked with ice

the river impedes itself—

I catch myself

thinking

it is beautiful

 

*

 

why dream

of unrestricted days

says the part of me

that stands

in my way

 

 

*

 

love, let us

be naked together—

how did we ever

get fooled that we

are not enough?

 

*

 

dark current

its edges invisible—

just because

we can’t see the path

doesn’t mean it isn’t there

 

*

 

a lifetime,

not long enough

to watch the river move across itself

and still this moment

holds everything

 

 

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By the time
the sun comes
tomorrow we will
not be the same
people we were
when we met
the sun this morning.
Each revolution
a revolution.

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