Friday, January 19, 2024


falling  where I  stand
fireworks and splinters 
of every moment's joy 
waving back like seas.
Every time  I  wonder--
if  this  is the  last time

Every time I remember--
it could be the last time 
I keep  up  conversations
with my body, its  borders 
while stars fall into my lap,
songs dissolve into laughter.

Pic: One of Max's many cuddly contortions with Big A.


Sarah said...

Oooooof. The picture with this poem. I love it, but it's so sad.

Gillian said...

Nice Photo.

Nicole said...

This poem is beautiful, Maya.

maya said...

Thank you, Sarah and Gillian.

StephLove said...

I keep reading it and hoping it doesn't mean bad news for Big A or any of your loved ones.

maya said...

Steph--Sorry how memento mori that sounds. Not quite so dire, but it is a bit hairy for us as we wait for a procedure that will let us know more in Feb.

on a break (Winter Break)

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