I see this woman What do I tell her? It's not too late to be beautiful It's not too late to be loved You are right on time
Remember
Remember your death
My thumb traced each cross
Man, addicted
Woman, afraid
You began as dust
dust your destination
Driver, impatient
Pedestrian, astray
We marked each other
with cold fingers
Bless you, brother
Pray for me, sister
Ash and oil whispher:
Remember your life
Spared
You have been spared a great heartbreak with this small wound The truth: this loss is a gift beautiful in its simplicity Now you are free to love
Beginning
The beginning is always today.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
I thought I would know when the tide shifted and feel the beginning of this new life, but it is not that way, we not not always see the hope hatched today or The invitation you give - beginning again - is startling, but this life is always surprising me, and today is no exception
Foreigners
Foreigners! Foreigners! He announced with great delight Perhaps he even tugged on a sleeve made a small jump If only I was always so happy to see myself
Last Night
Last night I dreamed a false choice between past and present Woke knowing I can live neither again Instead today I trust a third way lies ahead And loving hands to guide me
Twenty
What are these twenty more or less hauled beneath my skin these days and years? The weight of grief my own, others' debris of hope disrupted Do I set this down as a stone, an anvil (anchor) or poured as dusty spoonfuls along a leafy path? Whatever means slow or sudden I lift, lightened lighter, alight
Middle Kingdom
Which way home? At once everywhere and nowhere I have become a stranger to myself mute to sigh, sing, grieve I long to know the truest thing but have lost both west and east now only a citizen of this middle kingdom
Sleepless
These sleepless years how many now? There are directions for every finger to point I'm weary of explaining with exhausted words More than sleep I miss my soul These dreamless years how many now?
Olema
Follow the road out through the wet wood breathe there where the path ends Twists and undulations windows down know the curves as your own body Cross and climb the rise gravel crunches welcome black dog barks and wags keeps pace as you drift, stop Door unlocked even in the dark the way is marked by lift of laundry and smoke Wherever you are wandering the wide world know you may turn today to find home
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