The distance between you and me
As we swim in the lake
Is only our breath.
The distance between you and the sun
Is the whole sky.
The distance between me and the setting sun
Is only my outstretched arms.
See! I touch fingers of gold,
And you braid it into my blazing hair
As you comb your fingers through it.
The distance between the setting sun and us
Is only our skin.
October 2009
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Signing the Adoption Papers
From the warm, liquid darkness of my womb
To the glare, blare and cold of an all white room,
He arrives: my helpless, raging child.
For nine months I nurtured him
On my heart's richness
And visions of how he would grow fat
On my milk and wonder.
Now I must surrender these hopes
That we dreamt together;
While another mother dreams.
June 1971
To the glare, blare and cold of an all white room,
He arrives: my helpless, raging child.
For nine months I nurtured him
On my heart's richness
And visions of how he would grow fat
On my milk and wonder.
Now I must surrender these hopes
That we dreamt together;
While another mother dreams.
June 1971
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