Love is the direct opposite of anger.
Trying to locate a rainbow,
you are only disrupting
particles of light.
Sit and feel the fly
move on your skin.
Love is the direct opposite of anger.
Trying to locate a rainbow,
you are only disrupting
particles of light.
Sit and feel the fly
move on your skin.
comes and goes like normal.
I don’t trip on the stick
lying across the sidewalk,
and I don’t miss my bus,
which is also running
a few minutes behind
its daily schedule.
All of us here making
our own peace within
the shoulders of time.
There’s a burst of wind,
maybe a laughter of it,
and the light tickle of snow
we’ve watched these months,
expecting white, finally
becomes a full window snow:
every bit from the ground, the eaves,
the unpruned bush with a few dry leaves
lifted at once.
Sisters,
Forgive yourselves
for not wanting children.
For not being able
to have children.
For it not turning out
the way you’d planned.
You don’t have to wish me
a Happy Mother’s Day
like it’s the thing I’m
longing for.