Poetry

this body

I would like
to greet this body
as an old friend.
To know it
intimately
by its breath
and tread.
To pull out a chair
for my bones
and offer water
to my skin
and say,
with the heft
of truth,
‘How good it is
to see you.’

we, mother

Mother is a noun
without gender
and a verb
with full teeth.

It is a blind path
among sharp rocks.
It is laps in an ocean
with no horizon.

truth

Some jobs don’t work out.
Some opportunities flop.
Some relationships fail.

Occasionally
we lose things
we badly wanted.

him

I told him
I would not change
a single thing
about
him.

he looked at me
eyebrows raised
and said, “really?”

we were open

people often ask me
how my husband and I
first came together,
where we met.

after 8 years,
I don’t want to mention
the place or the date
or the circumstances.

on forgiveness

maybe today
is a good day
to forgive someone
unasked

to empty out
leftover anger
and hurt
and pain

Held

Among friends,
he would hug her tightly
against him, kiss her forehead,
and they would twirl, smiling
as the world spun around them,
the sound of…