I was waiting
for someone
to love boundlessly
and now we are
one repeated loop.
Tag: contentment
At the End of the Day
It is a small victory
to get out of the house
in the evening.
Between feeding ourselves,
washing ourselves,
putting ourselves to bed,
and putting all the shadow
tasks to rest, it is a perhaps
a small victory also
to remain in the house
in the evening.
The Good, The Hard, The Daily
I sit down to write a poem
and find nothing waiting
to be voiced. There is
the liquid purple sunrise
that lingers for me to wake
now that it is fall. And there are
the two sleeping babies
I have just left, one chattering
into the bars of her crib.
There is the tight flutter
in my chest I can’t name.
But all these things are
already being appreciated.
There is a couple waiting
at the crosswalk, who turn
one after the other to point
at the brilliance of the new day.
The faces of the skyscrapers
are glowing gold, for everyone,
even the ones who might prefer to be
heading the other way, home.
We all know the pattern.
She said they might be mums
Good morning.
The flowers
from twenty nine days ago
go on in their vase. Still lovely
enough to keep at the table.
She said they might be mums,
or carnations.
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