Writing

Listening deeply, sometimes you can hear The sound of your heart, beating steadily, reminding you of your existence and your fragility. Sometimes you expect it

The moon passes her twentieth night She is mature, confident in her role, observing us as we are nestled into couches, chairs, beds for the

Your body is a confection Wrapped in a tight, shiny wrapper, to me, it glistens in the bin with all the others. It doesn’t stand

For evidence of this, spend time with trees When you question your fragile life, spend time in the forest. Be amazed by the strength, beauty

It’s night, and together we are letting go We sit close on the old, soft, raspberry couch, in its third life. We are not close

Move your arms like wings Just as in your dreams, where you can fly; transforming your motion to a weightless, soaring being, looking down at