Writing many poems about feeling dark nothing tired I then slept long and awoke
Lighter than air now and able to breathe deeply
Cobwebs and dust settled in me so dark
Swept off with the breeze of good food warmth and sunlight
Tasting deep rich spice and bright sparking citrus
And smelling sun-baked earth and bright green grasses
Every rock plant bug I missed before,
looking down and seeing only my own walking feet,
Feel now as close to my face as my own eyes.
Believing in magic like a child when I watched
and saw how my friends could laugh so loud
and saw teardrops in their eyes, faces pink like infants
Laughing with them too and thinking how strong seemed this light.
Dark nothing tired poems, dark nothing tired times,
yes real. Yes hard and cold and painful,
Long hopeless lonely.
But not forever and not alone.
I promise you that.
hearing my mother’s laughter from the living room
smelling clove vanilla cinnamon from the kitchen simmer pot
tasting water so icy and cold it leaves a frost trail down my throat
Seeing sunset shadows trailing through my window
Feeling light and peaceful and rested,
I can promise you;
Not forever and not alone.