When it all shakes out, beloved, you will know what is true and what was only pretense, And it will hurt, because there are things you wanted to be true that will never be true, and things you needed to be false, that were never false, and things in the middle that you will discover […]
The Gift of You (a poem)
(post #10) a month long gathering-up of this real heart and life: see all posts here You bound in my door, banging screen into begonias. “Auntie! There is this thing – And I want to do – And can we make – And can I read – ?” I want to throw my head back […]
Still The Loneliness Reeks
(post #6) see list of all posts here _________________ Where are you in this grid of stone quarried from what lies beneath the hills of Sonoma County? The Flying Goat boasts windows of sunlight, walls of minimalistic white, coffee roasted at $16 a pound, and still the scent of urine comes in its doors. Where […]
Shake Out And Play, Mama
(October post #4) see list of all posts here Shake Out And Play, Mama I can’t place, quite, the stars that flash in your pinched up eyes – you dart between our hearts like songbirds do to skies. You roil in laughter – high pitched, belly winsome Puck to Shakespeare’s day; Ever-merry, you: an Otter telling my heart to […]
The Gift Is In These Walls
The gift is in these walls, a bit musty from food frying and a bit dirty from child-hands running across old white paint. The gift is in this air, fresh morning air chilled, sucking in through windows with wood smoke and sandalwood oil, afternoon air warming through window-plates of glass and through the steam of […]
The Day I Wake
He wraps himself in light as with a garment…He walks upon the wings of the wind. (Psalm 104) The day I wake I find you spoken in a thousand gleams of light all the material, all the weight you roll yourself and hide yourself and reveal yourself and the day I wake I pour myself […]
Land of the Living
The night finds me distracted by library books and headlines about Weapons of Mass Destruction and the little boy making a bed on my living room floor. ISIS advances and Ebola sweeps, but today my grandfather said vows in his twilight years and married the woman he loves. FaceTime carried to their great-grandfather the congratulations of my children. I […]
September Eleven
Never, as a 21 year old girl who knelt shaking before a quaking tv screen did I begin to imagine what those towers would mean to my life. And as they fell, I could never imagine the husband I had yet to meet would one day –12 years hence– put his boots on the dust of […]
Edges
i see him on the edges of my days; his back in the bathroom as my eyes adjust to the morning light, a kiss, a smile; and the yawning hours, of day shutting and walls folding to sleep. in the middle we are full of all the goings-on, diapers folded, videos taken of Baby’s new […]
I See You
You smell like apple pie this morning, a little nutmeg, a sprinkling of sugar. I fold a palm to your chin and wipe at your tears, and my kiss lingers on your freckle-dusted skin. Were you the baby I suckled all those long years ago? Were yours the feet I pressed to my face, was […]