Returning

Returning
to the hot room
and twenty-six poses
I find myself

Again

It’s different
this time—
That’s one thing
I count on

Change

Resist it and die
open to it
and live
to tell the tale

Time goes on like a river,
soon leaves us all behind

Spin the wheel
round and round and round
we go—
where it stops,
no one knows

I am prepared
for the eventuality of all things

Death—
Andy says
until that very moment
I will be alive
so I don’t worry

Two sessions
after ten months away
and I know that I can live without it
and I don’t have to

I do the yoga and
the heaviness in my chest
sprouts wings and flies away

There is beautiful blue light
in my clitoris
and the smooth rolling of
glass marbles

The eyes of God
see my pleasure

Harpy sulks in the tree top
The nest is empty
Crows pillaged
Tore the entrails from the baby

The two survivors
scream at us
through the window

They are safe
Our love
is like the sun
Always there,
even in the dark

The time we spend
As we pass this way
We might not ever
be here again
So hold on tight
to what you find


*I quoted Tom Cochrane's
Washed Away
Thanks, Tom