Waiting for you to come
it’s been 9 months
but in this moment
it feels longer than a lifetime
like many of them
all bunched up
a slinky in a box
waiting to expand
and when you do
it will be like
another universe
unfolding
tiny and large
all at the same time
like the spindle that
ran ceaselessly in my head
at 6 years old
forcing me to
sleep with my mother
making her worry
if her child was alright
or if anyone would ever
sleep soundly
again–
Tag Archives: life
To become one
Sudden changes
in the morning surge–
We wake up with
plans so sure we’d
leave the house together
I cannot take the pain
of time and long car rides
and anxieties I conjure
in my head–
What if she doesn’t sleep
and what if she cries too much–
What if I get bored and
don’t know what to say
at the round table?
The fears escalate coming
to a ricochet in my mind
spiraling up and down like
tepid lollipops circa 1985–
The clock gives some reprieve
and you come back from
buying bagels and allow
me another chance.
We leave the house
a whole day ahead
and traffic is looking good,
vibes are feeling fine.
Three hours later and
it’s nice to see our elder
and it’s nice to see a new lodge–
We bow down at the opening
of the womb and pray in
humility
suffer in unity
forgive in solidarity
I hear his message channeling
from above and am in gratitude
as I watch him later
in the evening play quietly
with my daughter.
I think to myself
I am glad she chose this circle
I am so glad as a celestial being
she made this decision to join us,
this hoop
this sacred fire
this burning love
this spiritual journey
The Read Road
to become one–
Sparking Eyes and Breath of Life
Your eyes sparkle today
in a way I have not seen before
They move
like stars
on a cool night
out in the country
twinkling
winking
for all the silent children to be
far from any moving truck
bumbling down a hot city lane
distant from the potholes
or stagnant puddles
or dirty candy wrappers.
I find myself
loving you more and more
each day
Connecting with you
like a new lover does
like a moth to a flame
each kiss brighter and more
fragrant
than any breath of life
I’ve ever thought I’ve taken–
Warrior Work
to stand up tall and proud
with no tears to shed
no quiet space
to call your own
to teach the muddy minds
of the future generation
to show them how it
could be done
to waft and wade
in subway muck
the negative energy
shifting weight
your gait the only
physical thing that
withstands the crushing
day, to say “I am
proud to be a woman
housing life
creating creation
birthing a new being–
She has chosen me
to be the one
she calls upon
day in and day out
forever
she will call me
Mommy
and that, my dears,
is true
is the truest
Warrior Work.
Loving You Again
Of course
I would
have a beautiful
female
Goddess
Of course
Creator
would gift us
with another
female form
Of course
we get the chance
to play and love
and brush the
hair of dolls
and I get another
chance at loving me
and loving you
again.
This is Bliss
I felt you
last night
hugging me
and giving me a kiss
you spiritual ghost!
you jumped to my husband
and then the girls
You said you could be
anywhere
all over the world
at the same time
and this
is bliss.
Breathe In Breathe Out
Breathe in
Breathe out
she said
then breathe in to your stomach
and slowly out through your mouth
Breathe in
Breathe out
slowly all the way out
keep your eyes closed
so you can feel your body
she said
what is going on in your body?
Breathe in
Breathe out
A Free and Grateful Woman
The lump
in your breast
indicates that you
might have to
lose everything.
At least that’s what your
mind tells you in
this moment
Frantically weaving
in and out of aisles
of delusion and betrayal
illusion and massive failure
to account for
the fact that we are
spiritual beings
having a human experience.
And would it soothe you
to know
that we are
already dead?
That the gift you call life exceeds
these materialistic boundaries of skin and hair and flesh and bone?
That the breath you take
in and out
in and out is the
universe expanding and
contracting
every
second, every minute
every hour… infinitely?
You, my dear, are a mirror
image of this–
and yet the dream, the cobblestone
streets
the clothesline
the slow motion rings I used to write about
no longer exist here…
I’ve surrendered all my pain
to you and here we are,
here I finally am
A free and
utterly grateful
woman.
A soldier marching
A warrior gazing
A refugee fleeing
A Taino singing
Dying baby
Antelope grazing
Cheetah lazy
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Circus
Following the leader
we popped balloons
and decided later
how to fill the empty
spaces
of air
with new emotion.