A big thank you to the editors at Vox Poetica for publishing Lantern Light.
The next phase
I sit back and watch as the unreal becomes real
horrors become usual
and outrage begins to fade.
Responsibility is not a negative,
a dirty word
to be avoided.
I am both here and not here.
Grief makes it more real
I don’t know
what comes next.
The moon was full last night
as we stepped out into the cold
this will be our last
time seeing the moon
over this particular field and hills.
I mourn it
but I am ready
to move to the
Reuse could be the battle cry
for this generation
and the next
I am confident
that overall we are
we must be
I tell myself
as I watch two boys
at preschool chase each other
around with a plastic saw.
The teacher calls after them,
“it’s not a weapon,
it’s for building things.”
They continue on in their game.
It stops raining finally
after 11 days of non-stop
water dropping from the sky
and for a moment
everyone’s mood is lightened.
A new poem is up at Leaves is Ink, thank you so much to the editor!
I have never been more aware of my body
Of how I feel in it and who I am in it
And how it makes me what I am
And is so lovely and so capable even in its imperfection
I am more connected to it than ever before
For the good and the bad and the salty
And the sweet
And those times I want to cry but cant
And think of those whose bodies betrayed them
And how we can bathe one another in love
And intention and healing and light
And maybe things will turn out the way we thought they would
And maybe they will turn out so much better than that
But maybe a friend will still die, even though his wife is bringing his son into the world
Maybe she will still leave
And things will break and crack and decay
But from that detritus will rise something else
And we will love each other for as long as humanly [possible
And the earth will love us for long after that.
Another version of one shared here a week or two ago. Still not finished, but I think getting closer:
I watch him through the window
out in the rain,
burning what we no longer need
and transplanting a basil plant
from the garden so that
we can taste its flavor
during the cold sleep
I watch him
And am remade.
How thankful I am now for the places that built him
He lets me tell him
the worst thing I have ever done
The worst host of things,
And looks me in the eye,
takes my face in his large hands
And makes me know that it is alright.
That I am alright.
And we always will be
So how could I not
Do the same for him now
when his sins Are so much
smaller and more easily
I dream of driving through the dessert
My pregnant belly bulging
And our girl in her seat in the back
Singing along to the radio
the sky reminds me
not to question what i already know
what has already been revealed.
I speak to God often
he speaks back.
He almost always
waves hello when
the wind rustles
on the large tree
by the driveway
and the sound is
my 1 ½ year old
stops her splashing
in the mud puddle
and turns to listen.
Sometimes I do what I do
(walk in the woods or write a poem)
because it’s the only way
I know how to pray.
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