The Universe

You have passed
I watched you go
The ceremony created by the sisters
complete
with prayer
with tears
with song
with even some laughter
you are gone
but you are still here
Your smile permeating
All
Your existence
has seeped into everything
that we call
The Universe–

Leftover Fragments

Prepare for her death
My mother said
How exactly do I do that?
Do I crawl back through
the dusty caveats of my mind
watching through a grainy lens
the times we spent together?
Do I rewind to the moments in
her lap bouncing for hours
forever
Running then in laps around the
kitchen?
Do I quickly retreat to the table
and the treat of sitting with her
reading the daily news
looking for the hidden little guy
in the cartoon?
Do I fast forward to the same table
drinking coffee from a
coffee maker made from nude
pantyhose?
or do I sit right here
Presently
and let whatever come
Devoid of memories
Learning to be here and now
because even when she’s gone
she will still be here
living on forever
her legacy
etched deeply
in the leftover fragments of
my broken heart?

Thank You Love

Whenever I hold you
in my arms to put you
down to rest,
your eyes
so big and beautiful
make me laugh
and then a warm
air of quiet
solitude creeps in
It settles in
and then a rushing
fills my heart
so quickly
a joy I’ve never known
a swelling so profound
I feel as though it will
explode
But no–
It won’t.
My heart will just get
bigger
and
bigger
and
bigger
until my whole
universe is filled
with
love–

Posters

I see women all around me
The chain is not invisible anymore
The one that bonded me to my
Feminine ancestors
and spiritually connected me to my future daughters
They are here in front of me
on this damasked Queen size bed
Mucha’s morning and evening sisters
Entranced by the dawn
Enchanted by the night
Hang before me
A wicked eve holds the collective green
apple
and Siouxsie hugs Robert Smith on my right–
Ave Maria church bells ring–
But the milk that has collected between my breasts
and rests between your chest and mine
as you finally nurse from my left
I’m reminded that I am all women
Not just surrounded by
but within
all mothers
sisters
daughters
grandmothers
Tears and sweat
give food to brethren–
Yesterday
Forever
And
Always–