Each living day we pretend this will not end
Stuck
Here we are all stuck in cars, busses, carts, on foot waiting for big moves
Red
The red earth bleeds now remembering every death unnecessary
Clouds
The clouds care little for us so many ants scurrying in search of scattered crumbs
Constant
This constant unburdening guilt's expiation I have so much the world so little
Spun
I spun all morning to someone else's tune until I could only curtsy and gaze down at my feet
Practice
Fingers stumble over taught strings hoping for familiar notes but today I am the queen of dischord
For Leah
I look for you with the name I knew when I was a child and you my teacher but you have disappeared since then hiding behind another name as women sometimes do and so I cannot find you to thank you for the shelter and welcome you gave to my younger self so afraid the world had no room for me
Storm
The great storm is coming: for days I watch it creep across the vast ocean East and everywhere When you arrive all howls and beating wings uprooting every sacred thing I can only stand humbled and amazed
Reflection
I sit, resolved to tell myself the whole truth of this life what is ugly and beautiful sweet and bitter on my tongue But I do not see clearly hear as through deep water too dark to fathom