what else could possibly matter?
all the letters unwritten
all the hearts unsung
all the rips and tears of the half risen moon
or is it setting
now
prayers unanswered
hang
weaponless
I stand
amazed
at my still beating heart
my twisted broken feet
still
dancing with my reflection
or is it the moon
peeking inside
melting the why’s and wherefores
as forgotten paths emerge
a clearing in the forest
beckons
where I can hang my hat
again
.
sunset clouds catch the dawn
I bathe in forgotten light
acrobat of telephone lines
tawny squirrel crosses
high above
crowned by his arched feathering tail
on fire…
flock of chattering birds
unseen
flies through the schoolyard across the road
before the children
before the mothers
they announce the silence
and the coming day…
all flies through my heart
I cannot find the other side…..
afraid of loving…
afraid of not…
what else could possibly matter?
buckets-full of stars slide down my window
with each car that splashes by
words that were empty fill up with colors
toss their tales onto the street
they wander with abandon
in the falling rain
luxuriating in their wetness
their slipperiness
bathing in fountains of memory
of every dark morning
when they rushed through puddles
tight inside the cars
peering valiantly into the storm
now loose of constraints on how tears behave
they evade capture
and are the more beautiful
dancing through this liquid world
some words are tender
newly unshod
I ride my bare heart
feeling every pebble
I never want to toughen
this nakedness
I love the burning
the wetness
this aliveness
cannot be clothed
really
you know that
my skirts are dancing
my feet just follow
the streets are muddy
and my hems are ripped
Beautiful Nancy 💚