I miss you.
It has rained for two weeks here.
Winter has seemed endless.
So little light.
I awaken feeling full and potent
Swollen with urgency
Lines of verse moving forward in me.
Impatient words piling up like traffic
It has become obvious to me
That there would be no wind
If it were not for little boys chasing little girls
Life is good
And we hold on
Keep on dancing
Cold winds growl
And etch our windows
Lick the edges
(A celebration of an adopted child's first birthday)
...We only knew there was this need.
I give to you these held wishes and realized dreams.
Here are berries, pods, rocks and cobs
Each year, somewhere in the second week of February
I awaken cold
Under the weight of snow
Upstairs, wrapping gifts,
I pressed my love into every crease of tissue.
Folded into each, the truth of how much I need you.
Each of you
There is perhaps in all of us
Some dark and hidden space
One floor above the creak of wooden stairs
A crammed and dusty Labyrinth.