A Good Ship
Recently my life has taken on a surreal quality. I stand in front of myself as if I were a business to be run or a project to be undertaken. The intensity, uncertainty and drama seem to be on the wane. There are choices to be made and outcomes to be determined, but this is all work and numbers, nothing at risk below the skin. My heart is secure, true love its protector, faith its inborn light. I am docked in safety harbor; the waves may rock me, but my anchor holds me fast.
Follow your lead
ALL- BETTER NOW Mother kissed the boobooAnd I wait for the admonition to take effectWaiting, I count the problemsLike telephone poles on a long journey What will it be likeThe world all- better?The anticipation nearly breaks me for awhileUntil waiting turns to disbelief. A chill fills the spaceAnd all- better becomes the cryMy sponsor calls for moderationAnd lowering my expectation The child’s ears ring with the promise to be fulfilledShe cannot give herself over to a worldWhere band -aids are not a cure-allBut only a cover for the slow work of internal healing, scars and all. Sheer survival is not sufficient for the screaming toddlerHeartbreak from injustice calls for more than enduranceBut alas, a kiss is all we have.