Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Homeness/Grace

Homeness

And there is one place, a small space
that deserves the name home.
Here: you, me
the homeness of us.

Grace

On days when:
my pants are too short
my feet are too big
I have all the wrong words


I think of the beauty of imperfection.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Yin I & II

Yin I

I am a white moon
cold, suspended in black
dreaming of the dawn.

There are sad stories
hidden in my bones, my blood
now, will you listen?

Yin II

I'm all
off-balance, out of sync
the cold moon side of me taking over

I'm so
incomplete, empty-handed
my feet stepping just out of rhythm

It's very
dangerous, peculiar
how dark, how dizzying the world is
when you are gone
I'm afraid

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Thanksgiving Day/The Question

Thanksgiving Day

It smells like autumn
down by the corner store
I linger just long enough
to miss home.

The Question

And the question, no--the Question is:
What nonchalant adventures
what lazy, meaningful afternoons
what wild conversations
what poignant moments
what is IT, really, that everyone else is so engaged in, while I flit about, gripping my to-do lists, my comfort, my pen, with white-knuckled angst?

What door should I be knocking on? Where is Inside? Where is everyone else, and what on earth are they doing?