by the keys they are moments
the world is an updosie place
with people calling it “new normal”
but far from normal is any of it
a system built on broken backs
an unseen virus collecting souls
of those who can’t play well with others
and collateral angels fallen
for the hubris of others
days lost to the gains of time
doors allowed to slowly open
barged down and barred again
as the new new life preys
upon our lives
we will adapt and overcome
or we will hold on to the past
and decay in the arms of change
Last night a roach scampered
At the edge of my bed
I smashed it with a shoe
I need to wash my sheets
words sit in my mouth-
too many pieces of gum chewed til the flavor is nearly gone.
I can’t swallow the spit or blow a bubble- there has become too much to say.
the gum just sits.
words choking me- demanding to be set free.
in my mouth I feel I can not take anything back in, but will puke the emotion.
a geyser of bile that will no longer and never more be contained.
so so so many years that I could not speak my mind for every reason that was not mine but to keep another happy.
what would people think?
who would I make mad?
what if my words led to me losing my job?
don’t embarrass your child with so much emotion.
don’t make me look bad by telling your story.
and so the words and the stories and the song lust of my survival stayed in my brain-
my heart became heavy with confusion-
why would I no longer release its song?
but now, now the words are allowed to be free and the song bird’s cage is not just opened, but redefined as a home with windows swung wide and doors freed of their hinges.
yesterday was easter
I have confetti in my hair
we visited my family cemetery
against the swift breeze
mother put laundry out to air
stories of sisters arguing over land
they may one day reside inside
two uncles laid at my feet
I poured beer on the blanket
of their decomposed toes
why did you pour out your beer,
my child asked
It’s easter and they are thirsty
Fall leaves drop from grand trees-
Composting at the base of barreled trunks
mixed amongst the snarled roots-
Always to be part of the tree from which they fell
What it was, contributing to what it will become-
Spring’s new growth-
new friends come to fill the tree-
some will be branches that stay-
living in the shared sun and shadows-
always part of the tree’s system
Some will stay with the tree as leaves or small branches
playing a part in the life of the tree-
For a time, seeming indispensable-
One day shedding off-
Adding to the history-
Always part of the tree-
Not always as part of the tree.
vulnerability, let go.
stop running and open your heart. now breathe out the pain.
/stay in the present, explore edges unknown, the places you find in-between your heart and mind/
your heart and mind will convene to create your intention.
a life well lived is in balance,
just let go
it all just stopped …
they put their guns down
set out some food
opened the gates.
we showed we do not hate …
instead just who we are-
working class brothers and sisters
far from home
scared and scarred
just wanting to hold those
we love again
how many could be saved with a simple cup of tea?
one glass of champagne
one dozen oysters
she sits at the bar
salting her food
… with silent tears
25 august 2019
after so many days
in a heat so deep
we had all wilted
24 August 19 (original draft)
the mockingbird’s song-
an echo of a memory
a place we never existed
through fractal distillation