Slip

I look into the glass

It is melting

My reflection

Distorting

Slipping

Like waves through my hands

A tidal wave

Everything is ephemeral

Everything is rice at a wedding

Trampled underfoot

The light refracts

With a misstep

We broke our mothers’ backs

It was a long labor

And the pangs echo

Like the end of the world

It is coming

Like a train

And like a tornado

Like the last rain

Before the flood

Three

Two

I can hear the birds again

I can hear the birds again

Feel the sun fill up the room

And smell the freshness of the grass

In the dew like April rain

I can feel the words again

In my pen tip quivering

Waiting for awakening

This this this

Is everything

I can feel the pain recede

Slipping down my spine like

Greywater

All the mothers tell their daughters

It will be alright again.

Yes, here inside my wounded head

Resting there above my eyes

Once aching, empty, stonelike, dead

Something something

Gently rise

Years of heart sore, twisting pain

Gives way to birdsong

And to rain

Blackberries in the Afterglow

Blackberries in the afterglow

This is June

Sighing that long sigh

That I am close to you

And the daughter in the unmown grass is swaying

In her Maid Marion gown

With purple stains all the way down

And there are so many unknowns

But we are not afraid of oceans

The little boy with the brown eyes

Says something precocious

And I am making snapshots in my mind for you

I’m taking notes

Of everything I want to share with you

While I’m dreaming of boats