Friday, March 28, 2014

Trouble

If I were a child,
being parented by myself,

sitting low in a high back chair
finger wagging at me
by my very own self.

lectured for
patterns repeated
again and again and again
asked and pleaded with
warned and cajoled
threatened with consequences for

choosing yet again
to do
say
react
whine
scream
throw tantrum over temper tantrum.

If I were a young subject
sitting in front of a very large desk
an ominous me sitting a front.
my smallish legs dangling still from a chair
much too large
hands shaking on my lap.
Hearing that big voice tell me that my
choices
my attitude
my failure           once again           to do what I have been asked.

If I were that girl
getting a talking to from
the part of me that knows better.....

I think I'd be

in

trouble.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Feel it

I hope you can feel it.

The center place in you that is connected to something,
everything....
tethered to the everything.

I hope you can feel it.

I hope that when you wake in the morning
when you look at your children
when you touch your lover
when  you make a new friend
when you sweetly care

I hope you can feel that you are touching

love.

That word just never captures it.
Maybe it's because it's been so tired by the uses that we've given it.
When really,
it's not elusive
or small
or tinny
or what you find in $11.75 movies.

It's the

everything.

when you close your eyes, and there is nothing else but you
and what you know and what you feel and who you love.  It's there.

I hope you can feel it,
because it is so beautiful.

I hope you can feel it.  

The color and the love and the flow and the peace and the patience and the quiet
that resides
everywhere you look.

I can feel you not believing me, as life can be hard
and pointy
and painful
and lonely.

You're right.  It can.

But it's there.  I promise.


I hope
you
can

feel it.

Sunday, March 02, 2014

Dragging Lightly in the Sand

In the stir of the day
with every possibility swirling about,

I can feel you.


In the movement of life,
footsteps into running,
wind of fast against my face,

I can feel you.


In the questions
and
the
certainties,
the
scary
and
the
comfort,

I can feel you.


In the past                       and the future,
the    nevers        and                                    the always,

I can feel you.


I bend my back across the strength of your arm,
invisible across every mile between us,
my hair dragging lightly in the
sand.

Your heart's fortitude suspends me.

I can feel you.
and.

I.
am.
yours.