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One Near Miss

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on March 31, 2019| Leave a Comment »

 

 

walking right past

that man she would later marry—

fruit still green on the vine

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One Irreversible

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on February 8, 2019| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

late apology—

a week after it died of drought,

offering the plant water

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Making the Unseen Seen

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on March 25, 2017| 1 Comment »

 

 

 

Come quick, said the math teacher,

grabbing me and my daughter by the hand

and rushing us past the school’s edifice

where he pointed east at rainbow

made of ice crystals hung in the air—

an ice rainbow! he exclaimed—

and we applauded with our eyes

until all three of us ran back into the shadows

to pull others to street corner,

sharing in the thrill that we did not

arrive too early, too late,

our breath coming out in misty curls,

silent, visible prayers.

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Note to Self Above the Paradox Valley

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on October 4, 2016| 9 Comments »

after Ocean Vuong, “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”

You do not need to know what comes next.

There is always another storm, and you

cannot hang the tent out to dry before

it has gotten wet. You cannot shovel snow

that has yet to fall.

Put down the shovel. Breathe

into the dark spaces of your back,

feel how they open like cave doors

to let in the light.

Let your face soften. Let the creases

fall out of your brow. The mind,

no matter how clear, will never become

a crystal ball.

The wisest part of your body

knows to run when it hears

the first crashes of rock fall.

It does not pause then to consider

metamorphic or igneous,

nor does it hesitate to wonder

what might have pushed them down.

It is no small thing to trust yourself.

It’s okay to cry. It is right

that love should shake your body,

that you should find yourself trembling

in the rubble and dust

after all your certainties come down.

Your breath has not left you.

Here is the morning rain. It opens

the scent of the leaves, of the air.

All around you the world is changing.

What are you waiting for?

Here is the cup of mint tea

growing stronger in itself.

Here on this cliff of uncertainty

there is a stillness in you

so spirited, so alive

the wisest part of your body

is dancing.

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