Three Stories ~ Because I Was Late For Dinner

Apparently                                          the unfolding is already happening
for you                                                 while I sit in a barber shop chair –
at home                                               you are waiting for me
the stories you have woven are          unraveling,
unfurling quietly                                   as the scissors fly and she tells me of her plunge
into truth                                              from pain,
into life                                                 from despair,
and you realize,                                   and I realize
that this has all happened                   for a reason, everything is
in perfect order,                                  inside this night,
a lifetime                                              and our coming together
over a glass of wine,                           and a new haircut,
sometimes all we need is                    a rainy night,
the gift of spaciousness                       and someone to listen.

Letter to a Father

I want to comfort you.
can I comfort you?

I want to fly to you.
can I fly to you?

I want to fix you.
can I fix you?

I want to fill you.
can I fill you?

I want to save you.
can I save you?

I want to save us.
can I save us?

or do we sit here,
you and I,

undone,
until there is

enough room
for everything?