Sunday, November 22, 2020

Out and about


Today I want to write a poem that will not be about dying 

maybe something something being in community 

about being connected and continuing


About holding my arms out like a tree even when empty

(stop that!) about sending all my pain to the sea, 

where it's already salty


By day I will read something lofty, edifying, clear

At night, I will watch stars that seem cold 

and know they're really quite fiery


Alert with my intention, my asylum of inattention

I sling myself to beauty, ignore summer's

pillows smattered with snow




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