Thank you for this invitation, Kaitlin.
Here's a go:
I am trying to keep
loving this world:
marigold, zinnia,
city breeze and
harvest dust gritty
on my eyes.
The hops vines entangle
themselves and each
other, embrace themselves,
and I keep wondering
what it feels like in my
achy body to love and
know I am loved back
just as strong--in a world
cracking apart some days
with its own collapse.
And also:
my son fell asleep last
night, beside me, for the
first time in years, and
his breath was steady
on my neck. His feet
were warm against my leg.
My sore bones sank
into something like quiet.
A dry leaf skidded beyond
the window in the breeze.
This is so, so beautiful and tender. Thank you!
What beautiful imagery! This really moved me.
This is such a beautiful, visceral poem that I felt an ache in my own heart as I read it. Thank you for these exquisite words.
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Thank you for this invitation, Kaitlin.
Here's a go:
I am trying to keep
loving this world:
marigold, zinnia,
city breeze and
harvest dust gritty
on my eyes.
The hops vines entangle
themselves and each
other, embrace themselves,
and I keep wondering
what it feels like in my
achy body to love and
know I am loved back
just as strong--in a world
cracking apart some days
with its own collapse.
And also:
my son fell asleep last
night, beside me, for the
first time in years, and
his breath was steady
on my neck. His feet
were warm against my leg.
My sore bones sank
into something like quiet.
A dry leaf skidded beyond
the window in the breeze.
This is so, so beautiful and tender. Thank you!
What beautiful imagery! This really moved me.
This is such a beautiful, visceral poem that I felt an ache in my own heart as I read it. Thank you for these exquisite words.