I see the horizon.
I feel sun.
Air is cold.
Gratitude shakes
Until my heart
Bleeds hope.
I sip ice water.
I bake cheesecake.
Need dresses
This moment.
Choice hangs
Its head.
Sometimes left
Is right; right leaves.
Sometimes what I feel
And what I know
Shred now because
Truth recycles itself.
I put empty containers
In boxes and paper in another.
Strangers can take all away.
Trash lacks meaning
When we forget history,
Where we come from,
What we’ve been.
My goal is remembering:
Smell of donuts
And stray kitties
House a memory
Where my granny’s
Love holds me.
I dance with loss.
Grief embraces
As I usher its light
Past shadows.
Love rises
And christens
Each breath
So I can let go of
A story I’ve told.
Every day promises
Change. It’s permanent.
I fold myself
On the floor
In a prayer.
I ask for help.
A candle flickers,
Incense burns
And a statue of Buddha
Reminds me suffering
Is optional.
I find a church.
I prefer it empty,
Though what it holds
I don’t even know.
It’s not the windows
Or the crosses or
The heavy wooden doors.
It’s knowing humanity
Believes God has a home
Like I know how
My heart lives its faith.
All I know lives there
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Ed: Bryonie Wise
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