Friday, May 18, 2012

Un Forget a Bull

i couldn't have known the thrill of flight without having to fight. never losing sight of you on the horizon. as i grow into a wise one second life just begun i seek you out. like sun. feel like i've won. a lottery. your gift to me. color full history. ancestral mystery painted on skin. you end, i begin. once more, i win. with each moment of joy carried on a hummingbird's wing the song i sing has a familiar refrain; i'll remain. i'll remain.

Monday, April 20, 2009

dancing bones

she might tell you otherwise
but, her hobby
is collecting broken people.
i've watched her
take a man
with severed family ties
and stitch him seamlessly
back into the folds
and creases of his obligations.
observed her patiently working the puzzle
of someones fractured spirit
beginning with the edges
until all pieces interlock
and there are no empty spaces.
she takes what has been discarded, forgotten
or shamed
and becomes their mirror
so when they look at her
all they see is love
reflecting.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

memory

when i was six years old
we had plans to go to the ice capades
with the neighbor up the street and her three daughters.

for weeks i skated through the house in my socks,
sliding across the kitchen floor,
arms arced, face upturned toward imaginary glory.

shortly before the event, our friend's grandmother
fell ill, and was hospitalized.
instead of, "only nine more days until the ice capades"
the familiar refrain was, "we'll see, dana. we'll see."

i kept anxious watch on her progress,
pestering my mother daily for "the good news".
it didn't come.

in typical taurean fashion,
i snorted and stomped and raged
"i wish she would hurry up and die, then."

as soon as i let the words loose, i felt my heart
start to crumble.
i even shocked myself with my selfishness.

i am still ashamed.

Monday, April 13, 2009

safe passage

on this friday,
nothing
was ever the same.

it almost was something
then, wasn't.

nothing. anymore. for always.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

next to godliness

so we decided to skip church
one sunday, my high school sweetheart and i,
and drink coffee and eat sweet rolls with butter
at the dog pound, instead.

i never went to mass with him, again.

Thursday, April 9, 2009


the trouble with being childless
is all that love has to go somewhere
i've developed an unnatural attachment
to my cat
i've actually cried when leaving her
sun glittering in green green eyes
when she asks me with those eyes
to stay.

day~ly routine

practical methodical
i see myself, this way
early to bed early to rise
dawn the grace of each new day

the rooster crows
in first slivers of light
six cats emerge
from cloak of night

start the coffee
feed the pride
throw wide the door
and step outside

inhale deeply
give thanks and praise
blessed is she
of simple ways.