nothing is heavier than air
that fills an empty crib
hollow and crushing
cradled grief
hush little nothing
don’t say
a word
Tag: poetry
shh
Is there anything more irreverent
and holy
than peals of laughter and the
click
clack
of tiny dress shoes running in the hall?
Few are closer to heaven than disruptive children
bright church bells clanging in the sunshine.
water
how can broken people heal a shattered world?
maybe we can’t.
maybe we’re not
supposed to.
what if we just wait for the flood?
it cannot be much longer until God regrets, undoes
what we’ve said They’ve done
our veins pulse with shame, for shame
we are the drought
f o r s h a m e.
swelter
for how long have I
confused considerate with
convenient for you
I must stop making myself
more palatable for those who would not
consume me either way
lukewarm is safe but wholehearted is
the only way I can breathe; if it boils me alive then so be it
phoenix
burn burn it away
burn me
plans flake
like ashes from my skin, cremation
for supposed to be
i am new
the first day of spring
Warmth in the sun and cool in the shade. Bonfire smoke in your face. Kids running and giggling and plucking beautiful weeds by the fistful for their mothers. Grandfathers and great grandfathers and the clink of horseshoes in the lawn; gruff and gentle. Chocolate cake smeared on baby-turned-toddler faces because first birthdays deserve to be celebrated at least twice. Celebrated with bright new dresses and stacks of wooden puzzles. Sugar crash nap in daddy’s arms. A newly planted redbud tree, a sapling meant to grow alongside you. Jonquil and clover.
