Love is quiet
Quiet
Be strong heart
I’ve cried tears
that have
tasted like the rain
Woven into my tissues
are wildflowers
What are woven
into yours?
I spoke to
the person in the cell
I went to bed with storms in my head
I called it a mistake then
And much later, a lesson
a choice
It’s summer
I feel the heat
beneath my skin
under my eyelids
I feed my father's cancer
tomato sandwiches
Dark
Dark
Dark
Here they come
The waves
Fear in my heart
for every word not said
every meal not prepared
when I saw blood
on the bandage
that covered your eye
Oh, mother
will you ever forgive me
for not listening to you?
Daily I write you poems
inside my head
that turn into
hymns, psalms
the Chopin melody turns into a river
the piano into a cold leaf
Dark
Dark
Dark
Here the waves come
I am left waiting for a miracle
in the dark
a spinster
with spinster thoughts
with spinster wants, needs and desires
even these fantasies
have tested me.
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