Poetry

I Dream of Irene…a poem about unconditional goodness

I wake in dreams
Turquoise silk scarves
Magenta light
Paint under my fingernails
Pine incense
Like they burn in Kyoto
I think

Translucent lanterns
Hung on the crescent moon
With Indian summer stars

I dance in a silk kaleidoscope kimono
My grandmother wore
Given to her
By her starlight sisters

A reminder of my cosmic belonging
To the two worlds

And so it is that
Between the two
I float with the grace of her wisdom
Clung deep
Into my bones

Irrevocable
Timeless
Unconditional





Dawning

I awoke this morning


Dawn barely a word

In my mouth
Sprinkles of pink dust
Under my eyelids

The kids are too noisy

I think
The growl of hibernation
Rumbles in my throat

I open my eyes

And hear familiar words

Soli's voice

Reading to Arthur

"Where the Wild Things Are"


She mimics familiar inflection

And in the turn of a second
Anger melts, transforms
My heart aflame
Tears wash my eyes

I breathe it all in

The first light of day
Touches the back
Of two little heads

Once much smaller

Nestled deep inside me
They each had their own waking
I touch my belly
Can almost feel a kick

I lift my arms

Rub my eyes

Arthur turns

Looks at me
Smiles

"Mommy, you're awake!"


"yes buddy, I am."


And to the quiet sky

I say thank you

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