Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Birthright, help, poem, poetry, resilience on August 16, 2018| 2 Comments »
Don’t say, don’t say
that no one can help us now—
there are hands all around us,
all of them reaching,
in every corner appears
bright wings,
and, like a miracle
that’s always been waiting
to happen, out of the stump
of yourself emerges
your own open hand.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem, poetry, resilience, wind on March 4, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Blowing and gusting
and pushing and rushing
the wind tugs at every
surface it finds
and pries and whips
and shreds and flips,
overturns and tears
and ravages, wears down
and frays, unravels
and loosens in an entropy
dance, and to all
it touches—willow,
leaf, clothesline, fence,
it whispers
resilience, resilience.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged love, poem, poetry, resilience on July 9, 2016| 1 Comment »
I tell her, well, if you continue to work with horses,
before long you’ll be kicked and bucked and bit, too.
She smiles solemnly, slips back into her boots.
If only the heart could wear boots, I think,
something to make it feel a little more invincible.
No, I think. It doesn’t work that way. The heart,
though rolled and kicked and bucked and bit,
must never feel invincible. It must always know
it is in terrible danger of being hurt
and return to love anyway.