everything is small
sitting at the kitchen table looking out the window
seeing the wide world
with its grief and expectations looking inside my little world
with all that that assumes it overwhelms me
marketa in her jammies sleepy
comes from the bedroom rubbing her eyes like a child
she is everything to me my world but the world
says otherwise she comes to me
i put my arms around her waist pulling her to me
she smells like morning for a moment my world is this
very small very warm embraceable
is the world so big after all is everything beyond reach
i look outside again big everything is big
and complicated marketa watches me
~
watch the world look she says across the street
a sparrow
is building a nest in the V of the CVS sign it must be spring
in this light the world doesn't seem big or complicated
not at all it looks like bits like building blocks like legos
component parts doable embraceable
break it down i think the leaden sense of grief
we've been carrying of hurt and loss
is what break it down lost hope fear what ifs what if
a green card becomes meaningless
what if there is a midnight knock on the door
what if break it down i love her she is so easy to love
here now in the morning light sweet scent soft and warm
not quite awake within my embrace not yet
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girded for the day her fearlessness yet to unfold
now a little vulnerable susceptible
to the softness of my own hands break it down by the window
she stands beside me my arm around her waist
my head against her tummy
break it down sweet scent warm body
this bit is safe and loving that bit is hard and dangerous
the bit that is outside an immense power
we have a different kind of power
we may love and resist everything is small tiny differences
words matter i can't put it together
there is here and now there is her soft warmth there is what if
oh, she is sweet she is warm she is soft she is here
it is fragile this
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2017-03-04 at 14:57
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