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
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
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
My grandmother wore
Given to her
By her starlight sisters
A reminder of my cosmic belonging
To the two worlds
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
Between the two
I float with the grace of her wisdom
Clung deep
Into my bones
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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