Tuesday, July 25, 2017

_______

I want to sleep
long 
and 
solid
and
d
r
e
a
m
l
e
s
s

I want to breathe

d e e p l y

and   exhale   with   ease

I want to blink________
_and to open my eyes_
_________________slowly

Iwantmythoughtstomoveatapace 
whereImayactuallyhavetime
to think them

I want my heart to stay
willingly inside my chest
instead of pounding
                                                     pounding
                                                                                     pounding

Is

peace

so much


to ask for?

Monday, July 24, 2017

Sleep

I wonder what it's like
to wake up after sleeping
solid, all night

what it's like to sleep
on cheap sheets without
waking up with rug burns

what eight full hours
of uninterrupted peace
does to a body

don't look for a meaning
I'm too tired to write one

this poem isn't deep
I just want to sleep

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Say it Without the Words

"Text me when you're home so I know you're safe" 
"have you eaten yet?" 
"I brought food" 
"just wanted to say hi" 
etc... 
but I think the best way to say it 
is to not say it at all. 
Say it in the way you watch them; 
watch them get to the door so you know they got in safely, watch them walking towards you,
watch them sleeping if you fall asleep last or wake up first. 
Say it in the way you touch them; 
softly and playfully 
and all the time. 
Say it by listening to what they have to say, 
their stories, their dreams, their fears. 
Say it by caring how their day was. 
Say it by doing the dishes without being asked if they cooked. 
Say it by holding them silently when they are sad, 
or you simply had a peaceful moment. 
Say it by pushing them with your feet them until a soft crinkle forms between their brows,
and they start to push back,
and then tackle them.
Say it by not interrupting them when they're reading a book they've been going on about. 
Say it by knowing their favorite song
Say it by trusting them
Say it by running your fingers through their hair, 
and feeling the strands slip through the gaps as you graze the gentle curve of their skull, 
using your nerve endings to soak up the 
magic of their existence.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

La Lune

Even half dark
the summer moon
shines so brightly through my window
it puts all my dreamcatchers out of jobs.

I stare at the shadows of the feathers 
swaying gracefully against the wall
and envy the moon
as she glows

so distant
yet, still
so loved