Driving Between

Stop to notice a
curve in the road –
my mountains ahead,

your mountains behind –
both ranges clear,
defined,

and upward
reaching.   Marvel
these Rockies

that grow even now
beneath February
snow melting

to river – white heights
clear, attainable,
and utterly

wide open
against the bluest
Colorado sky.

teacher haiku

I tell her my fears
and she offers the window –
the outside pours in.

close your eyes, she says,
after a while, I am back
inside my body.

her voice and the blood
winding through my veins, like a
chorus of humming.

manifestation
is not a direction, it
is an opening.

it is hard not to
giggle once I see that my
brain has been driving…

and so we do.

Old Wound

I dreamed last night
about a little girl,
she was my daughter,
but by the end
of course,
she was me.

In my dream,
my mother –
she and I
trade chairs
so that I am sitting closest
to the little girl.

The man is on the stand.
This is the time
to put him away.

I hold
the blond girl’s hands and she
holds mine and this time,
I am the one asking the questions.

Yes and yes and yes, she says
through the tears
and the nodding.

Those tears,
already on my pillow
in the dark.

Sorrow
cracks me open
in the dark house,
alone.

Perhaps it is about innocence,
or the body’s cellular longing
for resolution,
or maybe
it’s about how we
give pieces of ourselves,
and how others
take them away,
and how thirty-three years later,
in the dark hours before the sunrise,
we are still allowed
to want them back.

Valentanniversaire

No longer are we
simply celebrating
a day of chocolate

lollipops and foil wrapped
hearts – now we will
celebrate the birthdays

of snuggles (a lamb
and a puppy), born
last Valentine’s morning.

Tomorrow they turn one,
they say, And will
you bake a cake?

After an already
too late evening
of homemade cards

and too much chocolate,
and all this perfect love
and tears (and too much

chocolate), and the truth
that we are all okay
after all of the changes,

the deep down knowing
in the calm,
and in the sweetness,

in the long hugs goodnight
before the drifting off
to dream – I can

pretty much guarantee
I will be baking
a cake.