Journey to Your Deepest Self

I am a Tree

And old. Fierce wind whips  ‘round me, loosens and scatters the dried leaves of weary, winter fears and leaves me almost naked.   Everyone, anyone can see me!   No full-grown leaves of modesty to cover my blemishes, the turn of my limbs, my knobby wrists and elbows. My begging arms, my ancient, grounded roots apparent.   I tremble, springing with the rush of air. Shake with the dread of being judged  too big. Cut down. Shake and shake until I know I want to grow again.   My new leaves flail, lit with an urgency to reach and move, show off, hang on, roll with the punching gusts. I begin to enjoy this ride, this freedom, and my leaves’ determined grip, their laughter as they clap green hands together....

My Little Girl

My little girl likes candy, My little girl likes sweets, My little girl wants a ‘dandy’, My little girl weeps. My little girl is a museum piece, My little girl likes goats, My little girl rides alone, My little girl chokes. My little girl is a beauty, My little girl wins the prize, My little girl is a nature lover, My little girls’ the right size. Big and little, strong and weak, Lonely for love and mother, Wishing for a wish, Missing one another. Surprise! I’m out, And the coast is clear, I’m the biggest, I’m the best, And I’m right...

6ish

By Kathleen MacGregor He keeps me posted As to his whereabouts. He calls to say I’m leaving here in 20 minutes. I’ll be home by 6ish At the latest. I won’t be home for dinner. I’ll be late But not too late To kiss everyone goodnight. I’ll be there in time to make dinner. I’m not coming home tonight. I’m coming over Burke Hill Be there in 10 minutes. Don’t worry about me, I’ll take care of myself. I won’t be home for dinner. Will you keep something warm? He is my satellite Signaling his presence , his attention, his...

There You Would Be

That there wouldn’t be time That I would have to hurry That I would forget things That I would be late That I would be messy That I wouldn’t have brushed my hair That my clothes would be wrinkled That I would be shaking That I would be running With one shoe on Parts of me bouncing That I would be dropping Important things onto the ground Leaving a trail That I wouldn’t be good enough When I got there That I would be breathless And sweaty That when I got there There you would be Smiling and loving The wildness of...

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Nurturing Love’s Presence

Love has been so elusive Fleeting moments of respite from the desert of night I wait for my gentle lover to come to me Not knowing if he exists or ever did I wait holding on to the quiver of love The small flame that lights up my darkness I wait and nurture that flame As all that I have All that keeps me alive In the dark of the night So cold I shiver Urging myself to stay present In the not knowing What will come Knowing that the flame is all that matters And nurturing that inside of...
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