Who are you?
Human. Flesh and blood and bone. Heart and soul and mind. Running, leaping, laboring, dancing, resting, beating, bleeding, thinking, praying, dreaming, becoming.
Who are you?
Woman. Lover of men and women and children and all of creation. Giving, taking, birthing, dying, holding, pushing, receiving, losing, loving, leaving, coming.
Who are you?
Sight. Lens and nerve and impulse and shadow and light. Vision and perception and eyes that see and see and see. Eyes that will no longer avert their gaze from racism, sexism, hatred, indifference, inequity, despair, pain, violence, poverty, abuse, injustice.
Who are you?
Voice. Throat and larynx and vibration and buzz. Resonance and dissonance and pulsing waves of sound. Sound that will dare to name what is seen. Words that will work to bring light into darkness. Voice that will risk judgment to become part of the solution.
Who are you?
Human. Woman. Sight. Voice.
This I am. This I have. This I must give to all that I love. With this I must make purpose. With pieces and fragments, songs and stories, hope and risk, I must become the path I seek.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
Poem
Eating Raisin Bran straight from the box: drinking Super Dieter's Tea: reading poem after poem on the Internet: I find 32 clues to the life I’d like with you: and write this list of hope and risk:
- Garden gates
- Raking leaves
- My clothes in your closet
- Long nights
- Fights
- Eggs in the morning
- Forgiveness
- Oral sex
- Bathtubs
- Watermelon
- Laundry stains
- Pounding of a heartbeat in my ear – is it yours or mine?
- Old furniture
- Dirty knees
- A little help unzipping
- Horizons
- Flaps of wing
- Apples and peaches
- Curling up like commas
- Shadows
- Compost piles
- Sunlight
- Supper on the stove
- Mending
- Beautiful music
- Trees in the yard
- The smell of shirts and sheets and skin
- Fingertips
- The passage of time
- Chickens
- Sipping wine
- Saving grace
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