This boy
speaks
through all the depths
of my being
– not
my heart he carries
away
but the We
leaving such an ache.
The distance
tearing us
again and again
into
him. me.
Sliding
between our
two worlds
I am more –
and less
than
before we met.
Once
other hands
protected me
Walking through these fields
feeling
the strength
of his hand now
I struggle to stand
all over again.
What is this love?
I love the sense of freedom and quiet the sights sounds and smells that I experience on an early morning walk Rabbits silently lope from spot to spot in search of breakfast an old dog greets us from well within his castle gates Occasionally someone else is also up and walking usually (like me) with…
Sticky notes that framed my computer fill the waste basket – one by one – like fall’s last leaves dropping from trees (the business year is winding down) Out back little jenny-wren has taken up residence under the patio table, darting for cover when we open the door well sited near the feeder, yet nearly…
Doubt seeps innocuously through the fibers of self one drop at a time. Unnoticed Unable to shake the cold clammy trickle, it slowly wears away inner peace faith disappears in a flood ‘till someone reaches out and saves us from ourselves
When my first cat died I cried as if my heart would break mourning though they did not find her until the next day My small, thin body lay arms pulled close trying in vain to hold me together I can touch the pain as if it were yesterday We played and rode bikes sneaked…
Stepping across the threshold leaving one reality, embracing another – if only for a few moments Inside a fan mutely, slowly bathes the room in a slight breeze long, slender blades dip (ever so slightly) as if to caress my husband resting in the bed below were it not for the four posters standing sentry…
We drove home sated with gaiety, family, friends and food Beyond the traffic noise lay stifling heat and the silence that tolls the end of summer hundreds of miles rolled by town by city Out the window ‘Korean War Conflict’ hung from the license plate of a passing van I thought of the young couple…