I soak into the waters of the deep aquamarine sea
The glorious marble drops of moisture roll off my
sun damp skin
The heat of the ground saturating the wet mound of
a pillow under my heart that beats with the sound
of a million moons that led us here
Inspiration
A poem for January 27th
I love Emily Dickinson’s poem, “Hope is the thing with feathers.” I remind myself of that line when world events require us to find hope in words. I’m continuing my daily poem series with words for hope. The sea pearl knows the light This sea pearl is for me. It’s not for youBecause sea pearls…
A poem for January 26th
I’ve always loved writing poetry, and I realized today that hope exists in words that we share with others. The world is going through much turmoil. This is a poem for a January morning. The Earth hears what’s true Buzzing in my earwhen the world is tearing down the façade of gentility it worelike a…
A Poem for January
You led me to a pewter windowTo climb intoOn starry nightsPulling back the cold thin gauze of the remaining winterRestless to fly through the forbidden dance of dreams and golden light We grabbed onto the silky moon and slid downBarely grazing overshiny shards of grassRestless to hearThe wise forestBlizzard-etched trees whirling a story about how…
Spring Ripens into Summer Mango Tartes
There is a consistent line seen outside my current window and surrounding the mango tree. A squirrel scurries up, then two rabbits, and a blue jay swoops in nosily. Each waits patiently for the other to finish. The squirrels make use of their ability to hold the orange flesh and flee to another side of…
The Pleasure of Touch in Homemade Pain Au Chocolat
The sense of touch is the most neglected in quarantine. Tactile pleasures ground humans to life and that is what makes cooking all the more enjoyable in this new world holding pattern. I was wrist-deep in soft, powdery flour. My hands formed a well, where I dissolved yeast into milk and water. I slowly moved…