Post Office/Dirt

Post Office

I find love today
In unexpected places, in
Mailing envelopes,
Homemade aprons

I find love today
Tailor-fit to my lovesick soul
I have ached
And today I have found bright joy
Unexpectedly

Dirt (06.12.09)

Ten months of you, Nepal
In the cracks of my swollen feet
That scrubbing will not clean
Kathmandu, you will always be here,
Under my skin.

Garden

Garden

The song of earth
We recognize
It courses through us
Makes us dance, moving
To its rhythms

The texture of earth
We learn
It flows through
Our fingers, our toes
Rich with life
Wet with monsoon rains

The color of earth
We wear
The depth of its browns
The aura of its iridescent golds

In earth we see, feel, become
Alive with what gives us life
Giving and taking
Sowing and reaping
Our coexistence

04.24.09

It's cruel, the way loneliness deadens you, makes you forget how to be a friend, makes you feel forgotten, makes you feel like just a memory.

I always prided myself on my ability to thrive on solitude, leading no social-butterfly life. But aloneness is not loneliness...and loneliness is not aloneness. It seems that I've been given too much of both.

04.28.09 (Margaret)

Just when I am hearing the echo of loneliness, my own voice bouncing off these vast canyon walls...I hear another, very familiar voice: the voice of a friend. From a distance, yes, but oh how far the voice of love can travel. I am revived, a plant watered once again.