an occasional poem
sifting through mismatched toddler socks growing faster than a blackberry yantra and you used to fit in my arms i’ve cried oceans laughed from deep places hallucinated angrily pulled thorny weeds admitted the ethereal fullness of [tastes crossing my palette] somatic states ecstasy. and disgust. with my self. crocuses. the Amazon is burning and apples are dumping from the mama tree live ready to begin the 13-year journey, taking the same dirt and stony walk to our little village school, looking lazily at Ollie’s ‘Anne’s shoelace’ and for dead things hummingbird feathers and snakes Wondering, how Mothers do how I could love beings so Fiercely and be so ready for them to have an other time how exigency stretches through five years (why must we pay for preschool childcare why can’t we take care of our own children without wanting to punch something when shit gets hard and it shit does. need water) the grace of blood ties and kula-sangha and me deeper and deeper, into the world and sometimes into luxury and then back to home and the grace of the Mohawk, and of lasting love. dandylyons. alover. small moments of describing the pain of a scrape welcome, change
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