with all the world and hearts on fire
still, I sit here in my little grief
An off-cue moment of freedom make use of this space while there is calm
answers to be found
breathe in oxygen of coffee and incense
meditate, back straight, head in clouds
sunlight presses upon my eyelids
open to bare swaying trees
pruned for another cycle
two birds alight on a limb
bound by northern winds
In the overstuffed chair
I remember how you nestled
into a spiral, my favorite geometry those last nights
before you went away
mornings were always wild
it was how you saw life,
your job my alarm
a bell rung on the farm
where coffee and eggs waited on chores, feed bowls, sparkling water
pretending you and your brother
were not needy
more so, I saw essential meaning
for decades tended others of your kind
who so softly appeared
heartbreakingly departed
a steady stream of maternal gems
the sound of my own name wakes me, startled and summoned,
I wonder
whose face belongs
to this ringing?
a wraith that trails through crooked stairs, empty hallway
I have been resting my brain’s waves and neurons
from worry and tiredness
tattered elusive edge
of the sacred dream dimension
not mother or father, nor children
call out
make certain no one is in danger
a voice heard from beneath bedcovers in the middle of the night
ignite
clusters of latent thoughts surface
create a clear, precise tone
so much like my own